on the last day of christmas
it’s getting late she says
and I agree silently
lights turn on and off
flickering like christmas tree
inside new year’s eve
did you put that bird back
in the pear tree
she asks nonchalantly
I did indeed I reply
and fed them both
six ounces each of your favorite
chocolate porter
outside felines are screaming
after having witnessed
albino barn owl eyes
both of us smiling slightly
neither of us moving an inch
december two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
chocolate porter…mmm, a tasty poem
thank you so much, Denise
❤
tyvm
Seasons Greetings to you and yours 🙂
Thank you, Moz, and likewise to you and yours.