(absolutely no idea where this came from whilst driving).
I suddenly feel the chill
On the moonlit landing, blue
light through the frosted pane.
And then I notice the penguins,
two, standing close to me
like bookends, waist-height, forlorn
I glance down to my shoeless feet,
the large egg balanced on my toes
which I subconsciously sock juggle
left to right to left.
Looking up, my arms have embraced the birds,
as little brothers under my wing,
neither appear very keen,
hotch and begin to chortle, in unison,
also in penguin.
© Graham Sherwood 11/2014
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