by Kenny Morris © 2014
The luckiest kid that ever lived was an orphan surrounded by high rise blocks. We felt so at home in our new council house. Daddy and mummy worked hard, saved money, and we moved to a house on the edge of Epping Forest.
My awkward conclusion you'll find in a small nest, along with a note that says: "Hey, Mr postman, leave her alone, she's just a little wren minding her own."