The rooster crows early morning,
But waltz in the afternoon, spreading,
One wing to the submissive not clucking hen,
The hungry crows arrive with kith and kin,
With ear piercing cawing just to scavenge,
The grasshoppers, beetles and the birds chirp for free,
Hamster squeaks playing with the mate,
Squirrels squeak running for the food,
The dogs bark threatening every dude,
Occasional humming from the hummingbirds,
Still I feel alone in the safety of my home.
It's the common syndrome of poetic nature. Perhaps, the sense of loneliness is the breeding womb of creation. Nice post.
Like it, sometimes hearing all the noises of the wild when your inside relaxing can be a comfort. A great poem.
Hearing that beauty in your own home is truly incredible, your poems are far from lonely. Keep up the writing. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It never ceases to amaze me how even when we are surrounded by people or the natural activities nature delight us with it makes us feel even more lonesome.... beautiful, touching piece tyvm