There's a tiny black hole

at the bottom

of the garden

- it must have just appeared

there overnight.




& from a safe distance

I lob in votive offerings

like hawthorn twigs

or a Twix

or Bombay mix

& the like.




Which it so-so silently

gulps

so assumably approves

- yes in a strange way

Dave & I

have become bestist friends.




Oh there's a tiny black hole

at the bottom

of the garden

- but he's definitely expanding

so now 1 ponders

when will it end

?

...