Grotto Man

'PLEASE' he bellowed from the top of mount Sparrowmundle,
from the warmth of his humble grotto,
loosely decorated by autumns careless array of leaves, which not so long ago replicated
the bursting life yet green jealousy of this pleading man.
You see
every night
and tonight is no different
he would take four firm steps out of his grotto
and stare up at the moon,
wishing...
just wishing..
that he too could resemble spherical cheese.

The End