<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/the-outsiders/”>The Outsiders</a>
The girl outside the window
She rubs chill fingers on the pane
Looks inside with hungry eyes
Will she see a sight like this again
Or hear such music echo to the skies?
Inside is warmth and food and cheer
Outside is coldness dank and drear.
She knows not what or why they sing
Has never heard of Christmastide
Or carols, angels, gifts they bring
But sees the door is open wide.
Dare she enter, ask for aid,
She stops and trembles at the door
She does not speak she is afraid
Of being turned away once more.