he was
dancing
and laying
and lounging about
as you do in your
house.
downstairs had slippers
and a newspaper.
maybe a crulleur.
how queer.
just residing
he knew he was small, though
it made him laugh
at me-
the popping in
and outs of small men wearing tails
brewing coffee
is not the everyday occurrence for
myselF.
he quite delighted in being the first.
