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Christmas Eve

A small cat
rubs against her ankle
Madame is busy
today.
Today, she is
preparing to
entertain.

She sips a treat
sweet on her lips
taps a toe
and blows a kiss
to a photo
bound in silver
shadows
dancing.

Below, Monsieur Axonge
has a a package
wrapped in wax lined paper.
He will deliver
when the last
carollers have finished
and humming,
he will leave a treat
to the only love,
who feeds
sweet bits
to strays.

Madame, is just a little
just a tad
merry, in a
merry christmas way,
tomorrow, the boy
who is now a man,
will come to stay
and while below
Monsieur Axonge
will keep a light on,
the only light she will see
is the light
of a son reunited.

Poetry by Elle