Hunter gatherer

Perched atop the
bedside draws
where the lonely 
Bible sleeps alone,
lime green pixels
quietly count our
excess bagfuls of 
trans-Atlantic minutes 
well into the small hours

Little heads sprout  
from under the covers,
two button mushrooms 
blooming In the dark 
as she tries in vain
to cuddle sleep back
into the pair
‘We’re hungry’
goes the chorus 
united for once, 
sibling rivalries
tucked away inside
crisp hotel sheets

The two coffee bags 
and sachets of sweetener
hardly meet the RDA 
for the pre-teen duo,
now creeping around 
the room waiting 
for daybreak

The time has cometh
for Grumpy Daddy 
to go hunting 

A middle aged gilet,
battle worn from
supermarket skirmishes 
and mistimed school runs 
ventures out into 
an alien landscape 
of upside down
light switches and 
oddly labelled
lift buttons
(Elevators to some)

to find sealed cupfuls 
of Multigrain with the
ubiquitous promise of
high-fructose corn syrup

Back in the cave
with milk and cereal
under his arm,
this caveman is greeted
by upturned young faces
bathed in a soft
Netflix glow, 

much like
the flickering 

campfires
of yore, keeping 
sabre-toothed
tigers at bay