London This Evening. Poem by June Webster

In Hampstead a house is being burgled,
the spoils are worth a couple of thousand,
but the thieves ignore a grubby cracked pot,
worth twenty times more than their loot.

In Bloomsbury a man is writing a play,
due to be handed in for consideration
for a new West End production tomorrow.
He holds his head in his hands, lost for words.

In Camden a dumped woman walks home,
face as wet as the weather, but no worries,
love is behind her, making sure she's safe.
That guy from the pub with sad but kind eyes,

In Ealing a little girl is playing with Lego,
She would like to build a safe place for her
and her mother to hide in.She reflects,
Dads are sometimes not good people.

In Waterloo a toddler on a bus tells travellers
We are going to nowhere.Mother corrects
It's Norwood, silly.The tot smiles and hugs
a cross-eyed fluffy panda for comfort.

On Hackney Marshes, a dog howls
in desperation. He's been tied to a fence
for hours, waiting for his human to return,
but he's on the run, last seen in Southend.

In a house in distant London, Ohio,
a man, woman, two children and a dog,
sit on their patio, enjoying time together,
oblivious to what goes on in London, UK.