Zebra Poem by nadia abduljabbar

I am fond of Zebra colour:
Of black and white;
I love all bright colours,
And they say the brightest
Shade on earth is white.

At the mature age-
Or rather old-
Of fifty five, I became sure
That nothing can change this
Clear nature of mine; obscurity
Is not mine, I just dislike dim
Hazy unclear hue,
Approache, and attitude,
As well as principle,
Hence, grey is not mine,
Nor Paige or any unclear
Tint, ethic or value.

Though I love clouds,
But only light ones before
Shower not storm;
Or heavy rain.

In this era of hurricane,
As well as flooding,
Nothing like hail on stage,
Mist also plays its role,
Like dew in irrigating
Dry lands and souls.