DEEP WITHIN Comments

How fortunate we are
that there are walls
that walls have gates
and gates have locks

A small garden
and birdsong
the courtyard sleeps like
a dog I am alone within.

With folded fangs, observing
my domestic seclusion, the black
beauty of an alluring serpent
descends on the colours of the garden

How fortunate that
we have walls
that walls have doors
and doors have bolts
Lucky indeed that I can be
locked within
by my near
and dear ones
when they go to work.
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