The Child Untold
The house looked at me confused,
a new identity had fooled no one.
A purple orange lay behind the fridge,
gently rocking with the opening and
closing of beers.
She came round unexpectedly again,
I said nothing, till the cat scratched her dog
and she left so I fed the cat.
A purple orange lay behind the fridge
waiting for the white goods to break.
She came round and cried a lot
the dog looked worried but the cat was out.
I said nothing till she stood up and screamed,
Then left without the dog
I looked at the dog and the dog look at me,
so I opened the door and fed the cat.