Sunday in Stratford

From under the bed
two eyes pop out
red
a long stringy tail
a boat
with no sail

my toy box is crammed
with unusual things
rammed to the top
with what Santa brings.

I thought it was Christmas today
raining outside and
snow on the way.

But I’m awake now and know
where I am
a breakfast of toast and
strawberry jam
a pot of tea
two cups
only one for me
she
likes tea as well.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.