Town mouse, country mouse

I am country mouse. I work to the sound of birdsong instead of a seagull pecking at my window sill.  I make calls outside the house because the reception inside the house is disastrous, and the person on the other end asks, distractedly, surprised "Is that birds in the background?" I fancy she imagines me…

Loving and Leaving

My baby boy is joy. He is dancing eyes, mischievous cackles, steady hands and knees making a break for it up the stairs when I'm not looking. He is sneaking sidelong glances in my direction just before dipping his hands into the cat's bowl, triumphant upper body twist-dances with cat-food treasure in chubby hand. He…