Oh... so that WAS YOU, slipping out, to pour yourself a shot of Five Roses?
Earlier I had stroked my son's silky hair until he fell asleep.
His tiny body,
Molded to my leg and soundly dreaming.
Earlier I self combusted over crumpets.
I laid on my horn for passing geese.
A shout from the hillside!
Over here! Over here! Go north you silly hens!
...OH.... so that WAS you?
I heard fumbling, clanking, cabinet door, pouring.
I heard your sniffle when you took a sip.
Lay beside me now, you three, and slumber while I pour hot poison into my veins.
Slumber for me.
Having given what I can.