At My Door

At My Door — page 7
and policewoman the police in our lounge room And a kid A little kid bawling its eyes out Not a baby but not a proper child either It has black wispy hair and looks like a chubby elf Mum is sitting on the floor next to it going shh shh shhhh over and over And I hear Dad say There was a knock on the screen door about 9 45 then I heard a car drive off really fast It burnt rubber I opened the door and there she was just there on the doorstep crying Poor little thing Mum croons then goes back to her shh shh shhhhs Dad keeps talking I was expecting to see old Mrs Mackay from next door she often has trouble closing the blinds you know or turning off her oil heater and she comes over to ask for help I certainly wasn’t expecting to find well she was very distressed he says shaking his head And she had this green blanket Mum says 11