Rainy Days and Biscuits

Muddy puddles pool by wet winter wellies,

Mrs Marmalade meanders by,

Practically pirouetting on perfect paws;

Avoidance is the key.

Walter shakes his head and tutts, tutt, tutt.

At terracotta tiles traced with tiny toe-prints

Laying witness to watery wanderings;

Soggy socks and suspects.

Trailing drops and dripletts, drip

Dot the door and door-knobs.

Finger prints on paint and plaster;

Crime-scene, clues and culprits.

Damp and dirty duffle draped,

On silent sentry newel.

Inside out and upside down; 

Abandonment, the motive.

Scratch and cracks and cupboards clatter,

Packets crackle china rattles,

Noisy noise of nibbled nibbles;

Hunger hindered hiding.

Drenched bedraggled blond curls cling,

As droplets drip and dribble down,

Unchecked on cheeky chewing cheeks; 

Relishing rewards.

Munching blissful biscuits,

With chocolate-covered crumbs, 

Finding filthy freckled fingers;

Sentencing delayed.

Walter shakes his head and Tutts, tutt, tutt.

The guilty groans and pauses, 

Mrs Marmalade mutes her musings;

Capture is conceivable.

Surrendered smiles in sun-kissed eyes.

Rain-pinked rosy cold-tipped nose,

Wrapped around in warm held hugs;

Acquittal was inevitable.