5 days till Christmas

A poem about a black bird.

There is a muddy pool of water

that will not move,

it sits outside the window

waiting for the broom.

It is watched by our daughter

penny in her hand,

waiting for a wish

“Make it something good ”

from curtains, I whisper.

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The black bird spies

Something good to eat.

Today there is a choice

between the berry

and the worm.

Today the black bird

knows abundance.

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Christmas is five days away

the house is full of waiting.

The Tree is up and it is steady

dressed in toys of hope.

Presents will be wrapped

just before the eve.

This is preparation

organised with ease.

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Shall we wear our festives

while drinking cheap champagne?