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?”

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I hear the owls singing in celebration on the heath

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

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

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

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Christopher Perry

19th April, 2020

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Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité

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