Like a bird
Surprised by sudden cold air
She shies away from walking outside
Her sensorial system raised to high alert
She even smells the omission from a nearby
Chimney emitting smoke from burning
Second-hand fossil fuel.
And this with doors and windows closed
Her body in grave stirred-up alert.
Her temper flares up to the slightest
Tease or humorous comment
She’ll need a holiday. She stated.
‘My blood pressure is quite high and
You play silly buggers.
Well even if she’ll grow wings
She cannot fly to the South
Like the birds.
I feel sorry for her. She cannot cope with
Her budget allowance.
Well now.
The poet observes and sticks to his own
Budgetary restraints.
His good luck – His physical fitness –
A wonderful gift.
His options though are limited to work
And that is: Poetry and Art
Appreciated by his friends.
WORK & ART.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.