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.