Hey Presto!

by Matt Barnard

When I was a kid
my dad made me animals
from plywood, orange-juice cartons
and the odd old sock.

They seemed to appear by magic
like the man who appeared
after a certain time of night,
muttering and smelling of Laphroaig.

All through those years
the animals came
until, one day,
I woke to find an elephant
at the foot of the bed

shifting his weight from side
to side,
and curling his trunk like an ammonite.