I can hear
the folk next door
through triple glazing,
across the open space
of our gardens
and a field of cows,
munching.
I never liked
the fuckers
anyway.
Susan Howe‘s stories and flash fictions have been published and placed in competitions many times. A proud but displaced Yorkshirewoman, brevity is in her DNA.
this made me laugh – especially the last line – and who is doing the munching
Thanks!