This is for my friend Evie who inspired me to write this book and share some of my thoughts and my poetry.

Presented all nicely and wrapped in a bow

Bird on a branch and leaves in a row

singing a song so sweet and sound 

waiting to be planted into the ground 

Left outside on a cold winter's night 

surrounded by snow and a soft moon light 

the stars all shining and twinkling above

looking down on the world spreading christmas love

with a knock and another the door opens up

the owner comes out holding hot coco in their cup

the look of surprise on their red rosey face

left them with a smile in its rightful place

They dragged it inside and closed the door

looking at the window searching for more 

no note to be found or words to be said 

so they went up stairs with questions in their head

But as they closed their eyes and started to dream

they were awoken with a startling scream

with a leap and a dash they rushed downstairs

tripping over the table and chairs

they looked out the window and gasped at the sight

a women in all black crying in the night

her song was as though she was a bird

but she did not utter a word

they unlocked the door and ran out to help

when they reached the women they gave a loud yelp

she was covered in blood and a single feather

shivering and crying in the cold winter weather

Before the night ended and help could arrive

the women produced an interesting surprise

a glissining knife with a handle of wood

stabbed into their chest, upright it stood

the women then vanished, no evidence of her their

the bird then took flight and into the air

then there by itself stood a single pear tree

its bow now missing and the roots running free

There once was a dove

Then suddenly there was two

Sitting on a tree

Then one day a girl

Who nobody knew at all

Sitting under there

She looked up the tree

To see the two birds mingling

Talking to each other

She thought they were young

But could not find their mother 

So stopped with the search

The sky was darkening 

The sun was setting that day

And the mum still lost

So the girl cried out

But nobody could hear her

So she stayed outside 

It started to snow

But the girl stayed sat under there

Shivering at night

She stayed and sat there

And by morning she was dead

From the freezing cold

Sat there still talking 

The two turtle doves stood still

Looking at the girl