In the morning, after first stretch
The not-yet-awaken snarl in contempt
Playfully in the afternoon they jump about,
Hopping from chair to chair, from room to room,
At suppertime, they calmly wait
For leftovers and scraps to fill their plates,
Vying for dominance, they stand their ground,
Assertiveness of appetite, here, friends square against
Brother and kin, all for that natural, necessary inhibition
Yet when time for sleep comes for all,
To Switzerland they do flee, and revel in
The comfort of a bedding of neutrality
A quick one I've been working on. Not sure it's completely finished yet, but thought it read well enough to share, any comments will be welcome. Would you think this needs a bit more trimming, or perhaps an additional stanza or so to really hammer the overriding metaphor down?
It's Tuesday, and we all know what that means. Yep, it's time for another Open Link Night over at D'verse. At 3pm the pub doors will open up, and the ultra-talented community of poets will begin to flow through the doors. Stop on by for some incredible pints of poetry and while you're there, why not share a poem of your own.