almost freezing
on the chimney pots
pigeons huddle
© Rachel Green December 2020
Eric and his wife
neighbours of my father
had every other weekend away
with the Caravan Club
and it would take him an hour
to manoeuvre the caravan
onto the road.
I looked after his cats
for the payment of a packet of sweets
and the strict instruction
I never go into the house.
We all knew what the caravan club did
on the fortnightly get together
and why Mrs. Willis
was always smiling.
© Rachel Green December 2020
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