Skyscrapers eagerly reach for the cloud,
Each new one trying to puncture the shroud –
Precariously perched on the side of a hill,
A balancing act of spectacular skill.
Inside the glittering towers of glass,
They labour in hope that their dreams come to pass.
Lower on down in the shimmering shops,
Luxury brands flaunt their exclusive chops.
Ubiquitous red and gold, gaudy to some,
Signals to all that the new year has come.
Clearly a festival bigger than big –
This year announcing the Year of the Pig.
Everyone seeking their own pot of gold
They hope comes their way before they’re too old.
Unique to Hong Kong? I see you now smile.
The answer is “no”, but they have their own style!
1 February 2019