LOOKING FOR THE LOST THINGS.

So we were looking for a jar full of fauna,

But

Obviously

Not just any jar:

It was a dried spice jar,

Emptied of its original zest

And filled with a handful of animals

And then, as with most things, cast aside,

But now there was a desperate need of it,

An

Unusual

But familiar want;

The kind of requirement

That loudly announces itself

To not just neighbours, but the whole

Neighbourhood and should probably be bottled

And used to scare unwary burglars away.

And

This brings

Us back to facts:

Whereby there’s a

Realistic likelihood that

The spare spaces of the house

Have colluded to steal off with his creatures

And won’t divulge secrets till other things are sought.