Somewhere Else The Birds Are Singing


He managed to open the shutters a little way

but the gap was smaller than he expected.

He eased his head and shoulders inside.

The rest of him,

his arse and legs,

remained outside

covered in a blanket

then, as dawn broke,

covered once more

by a blanket  of early spring snow.


He was hungry.

He was always hungry.


Somewhere the birds are singing

he thought

somewhere else

the birds are singing.


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