Next Door Neighbors

Bright daylight sends the family next door scurrying for wide-brimmed straw hats and long-sleeved shirts. While my neighbors hail from Nebraska, their gaunt paleness gives them away. I'm pretty sure they are vampires. They don't nip on neighbors or even stray cats, thank goodness. I count them as friends good for borrowing stuff from and great for swapping lawn tips. Though, I wonder about the coffee grounds scattered in bushes--something beneath the ground demands caffiene when it rains. Their backyard is especially cool, with the maple tree sporting a bat house for friends passing through. With their quiet ways, there's something especially nice about my vampire neighbors. What I can't figure is why they left the rich food supply of corn-fed Nebraska for ravioli-fed, garlic-tinged St. Louis. Some night, I'll send Birdie over to ask, freshly scrubbed and well-salted.