The Bedside Digital Clock Flicks Onto Midnight Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Bedside Digital Clock Flicks Onto Midnight

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Puts out
the cat

&
the milk bottles

the stars look like
little bits of broken

*g*l*a*s*s*

He lies down
dead

on his doorstep
as if he were dreaming

in his bed.

The night is cold
so...very very...cold.

Monday, February 2, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: cat
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 02 February 2009

How heartbreakingly alone is he....and cold...and sad.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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