Are You Surprised? Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

On that dark night I met him.
He told me that
the water was chasing his dog.
I was not happy at his demonic remark
and said to him angrily that
the trees stopped flirting with his leaves.
He looked sad, cried and said to me that
the sun was chasing the moon
and the sky was still sleeping.
I frowned and told him seriously that
his bathroom was eating up the toilet.
He gazed into the air and said to me that
his feet were kicking the stars
and the comets stopped their fires.
I shivered and came to realize
our end time was coming.