Saturday, March 21, 2009


She dreams of winter sleep -
long hibernation where there's no irritation
from the neighbour's morning ruckus.

No more scrabble to get the rubbish sorted
and out on time, no endless search
for a more dollars per hour place to work.

The feast on awakening obsesses her already:
cheesecake with thick crust, and a whopper burger
with fries, creamy bowls of porridge, and chocolate.

The raven has wrapped in his woolies
to snuggle in for the duration. Together
they'll rest in the arms of the great snow bear.


Blogger Chris Never said...

The great snow bear better be warm lol

How does winter reduce the need for money though?

The bills still come for me whatever the season

The neighbors sound like fun *rolls eyes*

3:09 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

mmm, winter sleep = hibernation - maybe even death.

The neighbours - continually scream abuse and foul language at their poor little children. It's very hard to listen to.

The kids, in turn, scream abuse and foul language at each other. Since that is all they have known, how could they do otherwise.


3:16 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

And so the cycle continues.

You are right, it is exceedingly hard to listen to, and you know how much damage is being done to the kids, and you are powerless to prevent it.

Parents get blamed for a hell of a lot by kids, but ones like these deserve all the trouble they get.

4:27 PM  

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