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.
