Another frost tonight.

Just saw someone put a
duvet on the windscreen
of a Mercedes. No room
in the garage, his wife's
Porche only barely fits
between the bicycles and
golfing equipment, not
to mention the un-lived
in kennel for a Labrador
that sleeps on the settee.

Well, he can scrape the
glass in the morning
because I am homeless.

If only the dog box was
outside, I'd be warm as
toast, but one can't have
everything, I must not
complain, there's a horse
in a field across the way
with a covering on its back.

I'm not the only one, but
I think I am going to swap
blankets, that way, the man
will have something to think
about in the morning when
he hears the stallion, Nicker.

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Dedicated to Clive Dalrymple
died in a doorway 13/8/2019
Manchester. He was an artist.