The Cook Metamorph Poem by Neran Sati

preparin always single dish
let's not humbly say - a few,
yet of same ingredients
avail' out same menu - His

Specialty course - as to fly
headin o'er or stayin here
inside me, all through e'er
open door - His own Balcony!

out of Reason or Despair,
that I could never know
till soothin off the another
far more distant - „Fair! '

that bein set apart, it's
still important plantin not
an Each&Every Thought
right down - straight to

it Bestow, but wait till
ripping on the tray of
Cook's the main - an in
ingredient - Time&Tale!



03/08/2016 © Neran Sati