Wandering about in the drizzle I noticed this bike chained up against a lamppost. As it has been there for two weeks I am now wondering about the quality of local thieves. A bike chained up for any length of time would disappear in many parts of this land yet here not even the gypos have gone off with it! When you consider the number of people passing by, kids interested in bikes, stragglers, van drivers, it is a surprise to see this one remaining here.
On the other hand who owns it? What happened to them? Have they forgotten the thing? Did they arrive on the bike before popping in to the registry office behind the wall, get married and lose interest? Were they arrested for a discretion in the park and find themselves detained at her majesties pleasure, or are they in the council offices waiting even yet for an answer to their query? They could be some time yet I fear! Is it of course possible they parked it to speak to a passing alien and now reside on Alpha Centura? Maybe I could sell the 'Daily Star' a story to that end, they might go for it. Short story writers could have a field day with this situation.
The crow claimed to know nothing. He and his mates gather here daily, encouraged by the brats in the park leaving their lunch strewn across the grounds, but while seeing everything say nothing. Instead they just eat, wander about snootily, scare of the passing seagulls and go about their business in the manner of their forefathers.
Of course, he could be a Rook you know....
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6 comments:
It would seem that the other area hooligans are finally starting to respect your turf. Good for you!
If a group of crows is called a "murder" of crows, what are rooks called? The same?
Jerry, Carrying the machete has been helpful.
Kay, Rooks don't group, being solitary, or is that Crows...?
Hmmm maybe it's someone who just moved into some unobtrusive place nearby and this is the best place to leave their bike.
Jenny, No homes nearby here.
It belongs to Dr. Who. Who told me? Dr. Who is who!
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