Over and Out

Through the walls

At just after Three in the morning

I hear my sister’s voice

Pitched high

Excited by recent events

“Oh!! Thank you for calling.”

Crying, sobs

“Has she a name?”


I hear the owls singing in celebration on the heath

A moth with two left feet tap dances joyously around my bedside lampshade.


n.b. Of course IT’s over, SHE has begun.

No name yet. 8 lbs exactly (3.269 kg).


Christopher Perry

19th April, 2020


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