I lived in a house
A fenced in house
That gently divided me from my friendly neighbour Anne
And since so friendly she was
On Sunday mornings
I
Swung by the bakery
Always picking up and extra croissant for Anne
For Anne delighted in each delivery
Flowering me with French expressions of gratitude
"Oui, vous êtes trop gentil, monsieur!"
This lasted some years till one day Anne was gone
An unexpected move that nobody saw
Her back yard that she always attended to was empty
Her cat, Mimi, that she always watched over and
Went on little walks with as if it were a dog
Was nowhere to be heard or seen
A winter season after Anne's departure
I was set to leave on my bike
(The Sunday croissant was never a question
Crispy and light, with a fine slab of butter and jam)
And there, low and behold
Was a Croissant
Poked between the fence's stakes
No Anne
No Mimi
Just a fresh Croissant waiting to be loved and chewed.
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