Poetry

The quick repetition and

rat a tat tat

is loud and breaks the night air.

There is no lingering smoke from rocket launched

so a call to the authorities it is.

I never liked that game.

I would always be pushed off.

Other kids can be mean.

Though watching the pigeons

I smile at their version as they gather round the feeding station.

One puffs up his feathers

Warning and shooing a few away

As others sneak up behind him.

Eventually the ravens come

And the previous owner of the rock has flown away.

Upon opening eyes the world is grey.

Looking up at the sky sees clouds.

Though in the clearer section of the skies

Sunshine peeks through timidly.

Will it rain all day,

intermittently

or will the clouds be chased away

and the full strength of the sun

be allowed to come blazing down?

 

I reap the benefits

even though I did nothing wrong.

Those previous made the mistakes

and I enjoy the rewards.

All too soon though

what happened in the past

is revealed to all who care to see

and the simple pleasure I received

no longer gives me joy.

Rewards are there to be just that –

rewards!

We strive and slog through the hard

and unpleasant things

in order to get to the good stuff.

It is the carrot on a stick

that someday we will get

unlike the unlucky donkey.

Now if only I could convince my cat

that she has to wait for her playtime.

The tiredness undermines my determination

yet when another surprise comes

I lash out angrily.

How can I stop being so irritated?

Other than getting more sleep,

of course.

Nothing goes right.

Luck has run out.

Exhausted and alone.

Feeling empty as air.

Remember air is not empty.

It is filled with different molecules

and so are you.

Take that break, rest and relax.

Then tackle the problems once again.

You can do this.

We all know you can.

Because guess what?

The world is not against you.

The problem ahead of you is!

Do not look right!

Should not be acting like that.

What’s that smell?

Ok,

where’s the nearest bathroom!

I might be awhile…

Not the wake up call I would have preferred.

The purring warmth of stifling fur.

Lack of mobility caused by non awakeness

means she sits there until breath runs out.

Upon full awareness

the irony of the situation

is not lost on me

as I blink blearily at the one

who wants to play.

Too bad I have an appointment

that I would have missed

if she had not tried to suffocate me.

The news flash across the screen

another shooting/riot/murder.

Look at social media and people are

complaining/yelling/angry.

Turn off the electronics and watch

the birds/children play/neighbours talking.

What am I waiting for?

The bread to rise/the cake to bake/the meat to thaw?

The answer will come.

Someday.

Just not today.