{"id":5254,"date":"2026-04-29T14:48:40","date_gmt":"2026-04-29T13:48:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=5254"},"modified":"2026-04-29T14:50:20","modified_gmt":"2026-04-29T13:50:20","slug":"she-dwells-within-the-walls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/she-dwells-within-the-walls\/","title":{"rendered":"She Dwells Within the Walls"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She dwells there within the walls<br \/>\nWith her latest young &#8211; I hear their calls<br \/>\nAnd if you there didn&#8217;t&#8230; well<br \/>\nYou know she&#8217;s there alright&#8230; My God! &#8230;the smell!<\/p>\n<p>My pinemarten housemate, her type once near gone&#8230;<br \/>\nFor the past few years I&#8217;ve had at least one&#8230;<br \/>\nFirst she  &#8211; or her mother! &#8211; moved into the bus<br \/>\nAfter I moved out, determined there will be an us<br \/>\nShe promptly followed and moved into the house&#8230;<br \/>\nAt least I now have neither rat or mouse&#8230;<br \/>\nShe occasionally says hello to me,<br \/>\nBy getting her picture taken in the CCTV!<\/p>\n<p>So far Ive not christened her so she has no name,<br \/>\n&#8211; She has no manners either or sense of shame! &#8211;<br \/>\nIve called her many names in time<br \/>\nAnd swore and ranted at her latest crime&#8230;<br \/>\nSo for the summer, to avoid the fuss&#8230;<br \/>\nI think I&#8217;ll move out and back into the bus! <\/p>\n<hr>\n<figure id=\"attachment_5259\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5259\" style=\"width: 502px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/she-dwells-within-the-walls\/pinemarten-at-ballinamuck\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-5259\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Pinemarten-at-Ballinamuck.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"502\" height=\"452\" class=\"size-full wp-image-5259\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Pinemarten-at-Ballinamuck.jpg 502w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Pinemarten-at-Ballinamuck-300x270.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Pinemarten-at-Ballinamuck-332x299.jpg 332w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 502px) 100vw, 502px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-5259\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Pinemarten at Ballinamuck<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<hr>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She dwells there within the walls With her latest young &#8211; I hear their calls And if you there didn&#8217;t&#8230; well You know she&#8217;s there alright&#8230; My God! &#8230;the smell! My pinemarten housemate, her type once near gone&#8230; For the past few years I&#8217;ve had at least one&#8230; First she &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4543],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5254","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pinemarten-poems","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1mK","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1413,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/gardener-philosophers-discuss-gardens-of-god\/","url_meta":{"origin":5254,"position":0},"title":"Gardener Philosophers Discuss Gardens of God","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th July 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Gardeners two, to each other spoke, over the garden wall, One whose garden was lovely and neat, the other bare attended at all. 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