Back to the chicken life

Darting back and forward

In pursuit of affordable food.

Besides spouse B is adamant

To be in town before noon

So I hurry back from the

Social market

Where a few bargains have

Been made.

Samsonite roller bag

Served me extremely well.

The muggy air a wet blanket

On the body.

Caught the bus 401 in time

Fell like a stone on the fold-down

Seat

At the luggage and pram-space

Opposite the middle bus entrance.

Pearls of sweat rolled down my

Cheeks

Rushed to place all groceries

Into the fridge.

All fitted into the mini-fridge

Supplied by the earth-bound

Landlord.

The sooner I finish my domestic

Chores

The sooner I’m back at my

Writing and drawing desk.

MUGGY.YGGUM

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