When can we be lazy?
like two dogs, with eyes half open;
stretching our legs through the grass,
laying; getting almost nothing done.
We can stab through leaves
with our long legs, noses in the bush;
as happy as a pair of ponies,
released like birds into a muddy field.
Should we complicate the sounds
of the farm with our voices?
like two old cockerels, throwing up songs;
as free as if our wings could fly all day.
Where shall we sleep tonight?
huddled together like mice in a hole;
unobserved by the curious winds
that rattle above our heads in the night.
Great images here...and a very good lesson for all of us, to slow down, smell the air, wag our tails a bit, and enjoy life, if only for a moment! !
Love the last stanza especially! Your imagination knows no bounds it seems, like this a lot. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very... hmmn... animalistic; and sexy with it. Oh - and finely penned. Do all of these go without saying? :) t x