A shade of ebony shadow drapes itself
Over the fireworks that explode into the sky;
As the colours burst with their flight
The small crowd applauds in the back garden
That became a display for the night.
A child steps out, a sparkler in a tiny hand-
Towards the bonfire, unaware of his red stripe scarf
Tucked out of the coat. Fascinated by the sparks,
His wellington boots leaving a foot print path behind
As he walks towards the flames.
A woman rushes after,
Panicking like a mother. She picks
The boy up to carry inside the house, past the throng
Of people that on look and did not move.
He peers over her shoulder wondering what he did wrong.
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