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The bare and hungry dawn awaits my dreams
but I haven’t slept.
Tin cans rolled down the alley all night
and a stray cat claimed its territorial rights
with strangled, banshee cries.
Most people do not venture down this alley.
They think it is haunted.

Through slitted eyes I see graffiti on the walls
predicting my fate, and sweet wrappers
curling round my feet.
Christmas has not found its way here.
Carols linger in the distance without their words.
Sparkle is tucked away on a forgotten star.

Sometimes I hear children laughing
but are they real?
Sometimes I smell spices and mince pies.
Sometimes I see angels, wings outspread
waiting for me.
I am hungry.
Perhaps they will not have to wait much longer.