Saturday 1st April 2017

My fist attempt at urban farming.

Reclaiming a semi derelict plot on the back of the flats.

Bella a year on

I first saw her a year ago,
A rainy winter evening.

She came up my balcony,
Had a bite,
Then disappeared.

Late summer she was here
Again.

Every day

She inspected my kitchen.
She approved it.

She inspected Domi’s bed.
She approved it.

Long afternoon were spent,
Snoozing,
As the fall settled in.

December came.

She decided I needed
A Christmas present.

In my heart
She cuddled.

 

Bella.