Short Nessie (Part Three) Comments

'Across the bay where Nessie sleeps' I babysit her babies while Nessie sleeps, she opens her to watch me from time to time with watery peeps; :) why she trusts me is a mystery; enjoyed the poem, got carried away.

Mystery! ! With the ways of life. Thanks for sharing.

I agree with Judith. Mystery is all and Nessie keeps us guessing. Long may she do so! Good work, Annette.