slightly exhausted, working hard, drained dry, i crawl out for walk, fading sun, those angry birds, swoop swoop, always the same ones, protecting their little territory, some space i guess.
i wander back, the outside dying fast, little bit of twilight, not a vampyre in sight but there are bats in the belfry, or at least some possum who makes a racket, i think there's a family, i leave em a piece of banana and now they want more, demanding little beasties, sometimes i leave it an apple piece, it will take it from my hand, i kind of like him up there despite the noise, i need a name for him, he's got big eyes, he trusts me i guess, i don't know if i'm trust worthy, i'll do my best i say.