– with extensive Authr’s Notes




Jiffy-black crow get off the road
the meals not worth the life you’re owed
get home to your ma and your family
this mist and this fog its Christmas eve

I jagged myself on a holly bush
my blood the colour of the berries
they were sharp and they were sour
and they so full of poison

a pheasant flew behind me
it was a squawkin’ as they like to do
and thus it did remind me that all we give
and all we get it ain’t worth sweat

I lit a fire, I read my book
I smoked a tasty, black cheroot
I drank from a glass so full of whiskey
I looked up at the night sky



About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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