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.