It's not easy being an Angel

It's not easy being an Angel
take wings for instance, they come in pairs
and have to be grown from the shoulder blades.
Think cutting teeth.
Don't even talk to me about moulting,
if you find a feather floating around
you'll know I passed that way, shedding.
Halos don't shine themselves
a lot of elbow grease is required
every evening without fail
usually with Gabriel breathing down your neck.
No extra decoration is allowed
not even a jingly bell at Christmas.
White shifts must be kept spotlessly clean
no spaghetti bolog stains if you please,
a tasteful side split showing shapely thighs
is highly frowned upon.
We do get to wear ordinary clothes
on assignment and that's fun
when you figure out how to tuck your wings
out of sight of prying eyes.
Children will poke at anything unusual
so it's quite an art.
Anyway I must away to harp class
Gabriel says I need to keep up my plucking lessons.
You don't think he meant anything by that do you?
No of course not him of all Angels,
How could I even think it?

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