(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Being Dinner(For Helen)

She vanishes
into the kitchen

soon it is quiet
(too too) quiet

for my little

not to be up to something
...or other.

('Where are you? ')

A voice invisible

'Here I am! '

All I can see is
I can't see her

until a cupboard door
kicks itself open

she lies curled up
on the dinner plates

her curls
resting in soup bowls.

'I sleepies! '
she sighs.

'Mmmmm....you look delicious! '
I smile.

'I could just
eat you up! '

She laughs as I
salt & pepper her

get knife & fork
pretend to munch her.

'MMM...needs a little
ketchup I suppose! '

I put a little dollop
on her nose.

'Yummy! '
she licks it off.

'I like being dinner! '
she giggles.

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Comments (1)

Sigh.... this is toooo cute! HG: -) xx