On a lighter note…

HOMELESS AND HUNGRY.

I am Homeless and Hungry,
Read the sign around the little boy’s neck.

With a mongrel tucked under his arm
And a tin whistle between his lips,
His song mingling with the cacophony
Of Christmas shoppers on Grafton Street.

I watched him for a while, from a safe distance
Behind a record shop façade. Until,
I noticed him proffer a wink,
Which sailed through the sea of legs
To a little girl across the street.

She was playing a tin whistle,
With a mongrel tucked under her arm,
And a sign around her neck, which read:
I am Homeless and Hungry.

First published in Electric Acorn, 1999
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