NOT TOO WARY IN EARLY JANUARY.

He generally likes fireworks,
But maybe not when they wake him up
At midnight,
And are a little frightening,
And today,
When he saw lightening streak
He said to me,
“More rockets Daddy”
And I had to agree,
Especially when the booming music of the thunder
Was reminiscent of those hidden maroons
That blow when the curtains are closed,
And my little one is not afraid of much
At the moment,
Thankfully:
Insects don’t vex him
And the dark doesn’t startle;
He’s not afraid to graze his knees
And doesn’t freeze too badly,
And fire and water and air and earth
Stay in their respectful berths,
When we walk by,
But to the moron who threw a cigarette out of a window
That nearly landed on my head,
Or worse,
My boy’s,
Then the next time you do so
I’m going to pay you a visit
And drop a tab end on your bed whilst you sleep.