My dad buttoned up his shirt -
Why does this happen to me? he said -
Your sugar levels drop John - no, you shouldn't drink at all -
Waiting for the ambulance, icy yellow feathers had brushed against my face -
My dad's eyes had been wild and fearful -
Later, I found the ECG printout in the kitchen -
I knew the moment was coming -
Those terrible feathers would fill the lounge from carpet to ceiling -
16.30
Saturday 26 December 2016
Staunton Road
Havant
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