26th July 2020

Chatting to Brunhilda on a sunny day
Through the small window where she serves,
Greeting the visitors that flood like locusts
To this tiny paradise that we call home.
 
I had passed the cave earlier
When a cub was in control,
Making her parents proud
Handing out tickets and advice.

Did you enjoy the eclipse I asked?
Wondering if solar events are significant,
Why yes, Brunhilda replied joyously
Re-creation was as always, most welcome.

Customers arrived, fresh faced and eager
Searching for the perfect place to set their stall,
 I retired, content to melt into the shadows
Like some endangered species laying low.