The street lamp sways in still wind
It’s midday, though I’m on my morning tea
Precisely I pick the raisins out of the biscuits
Sharing the uncontaminated bits with Ted
Grapes are poisonous to dogs, so raisins would be too
Together we finish off the packet
Ted curls up under the radiator
Out of the window, snow is delicately falling  
Rooftops are bright white
The street lamp is still