Each month the lesser spotted St Pauls Poem Owl, who lives in the roof, will amaze us with his lyrical forms… this month an introspective called… ‘Food’

Alone in my dusty cupboard sits a solitary can.
It’s now faded label reads not.
What glorious treat do you keep hidden from me?
Is it meat, pulse or dare I say it, Kumquat.
A long forgotten tin with an identity crisis.
Do I dare to open your long forgotten secrets?
Today no, but maybe tomorrow. Keep your savoury, maybe sweet, secret for now.

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