Chatting to Brunhilda on a sunny dayThrough the small window where she serves,Greeting the visitors that flood like locustsTo this tiny paradise that we call home.I had passed the cave earlierWhen a cub was in control,Making her parents proudHanding out tickets and advice.Did you enjoy the eclipse I asked?Wondering if solar events are significant,Why yes, Brunhilda replied joyouslyRe-creation was as always, most welcome.Customers arrived, fresh faced and eagerSearching for the perfect place to set their stall, I retired, content to melt into the shadowsLike some endangered species laying low.