My Thick Coat
My thick coat lives at the back of the wardrobe
until the outside is miserable and colder.
My thick coat likes walking early in the morning
when the winter grass is white and crispy.
My thick coat high-fives the wind with its sleeves
and giggles at the tickle of rain hitting its shoulders.
My thick coat zips itself shut from bottom to top
and keeps the tummy under my T-Shirt toastie.
until the outside is miserable and colder.
My thick coat likes walking early in the morning
when the winter grass is white and crispy.
My thick coat high-fives the wind with its sleeves
and giggles at the tickle of rain hitting its shoulders.
My thick coat zips itself shut from bottom to top
and keeps the tummy under my T-Shirt toastie.
This poem is copyright (©) Carl Burkitt 2024
About the Writer
Carl Burkitt
Carl likes telling tales. He tells long tales, short tales, silly tales, sad tales. He tells them online, behind a mic, in books, in schools, and on the sofa with his young family. His debut kids’ collection, Elephants Sleep in Bunk Beds, was published by Beir Bua in 2021.
