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I have forgotten to feed them
and they sit there on cold
naked branches patiently
waiting as the frost stings
spider webs.
I in my soft bed ‘neath warm
cosy coverlets
cannot sleep for my guilt
and they cannot sleep for
their hunger;
So quietly I slip from my bed
out into the freezing night air
to atone
for my thoughtlessness
and hope i will be forgiven
on a higher level,
that sleep will now come
as guilt and hunger
are sated.
© Stella Armour 07-01-2017