Two squirrels and a dog
A day I was on walk
Tired or wanted peace
Were my bodily thoughts
Which Saddled me on a bench
A lie will it be
Walking is more peaceful
Than loneliness on a bench
Lively were my surrounding
For it was week of romance
Pity was that I was lone fox of the crowd
Carrying on my troublesome sack
Uncertain of what may come next
From my heavy sack
I sat in loneliness by forgetting
The joy of solitude of the wandering beautiful walk
My eyes were burnt from steam of romance
I looked down to save my watery eyes
There I saw two squirrels or was it three
I observed them to ease My hollow soul
They chased each other as in a game of tag
They jumped on grass and climbed on tree
Moved in unique ways to give other
The feel of hunt
Beastly they of thought each other when they were down at it togather
A beam of smile with an irking innocence
Came from somewhere.
Intrigued is the word that I won't mind saying
For some it was squabble of there kind
But it felt as I was one among them
Shocking As it may not sound
The world was vanished
The cold granite felt warm
Some reason that found out the
The smile that I buried
Awaking it to live again.
I looked at them
They as they were, not looked at me
It hurts me a bit but here in moment
One got caught, the hurt or should I say hunt was gone
The squeaking or shouting
God knows what, they understood my hurt
Understanding got me there squishy words
Why and how don't ask me yet.
Then something changed
For a moment,my distraction
Took it's fair slice
I saw my friend walking
Towards a girl not me.
Unusual honesty is not my thing
But still she was beauty
Shocked yet dogs have peculiar sense
To give an eye sparkle of it's cravings
As I know my friend and his nasty habits
He sensed it as loyal was he
He jumped in haste
For that was my thought
But it was squirrels he had interest in
The two or perhaps three ran.
It hurt me, sad ain't it I get hurt quickly
But a voice of reason robotically said
He wanted me more than squirrels
A German dog jumped on my weak chest
Neighbors’s dog or not I hugged him
For now he was mine and mine friend alone.
reva (still waiting to have bench mate)
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Poetryjust short write ups that I thought I must write and make myself better