Christmas Morn

Crows play murder in the dark
Beneath the grey of morning
Dark clouds portend that
Tears will fall

Pigeons await like Homeless People
wondering on rooftops
whether the next meal can be found
in revelry’s detritus

For today is no different
Today the struggle to survive
Continues in a world
Devoid of baubles

And Son sleeps long in his pit
The excitement of reindeer, mince pies,
A glass of sherry for Santa
Forgotten in games electronic

Father – First up – Begins
The day’s boiling of water
For the ritual first cuppa
Of Christmas Morn

Martin Addison – 25/12/2015


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