The Noonday Orator
In a Sunday wintry air
The pigeons, the sparrows
And the mocking birds
Without array
Congregated themselves
Outside the family house
Listening, intently
To the noonday oration
Of Her Majesty, the Queen
Whilst I, I quickly picked
The various colors and shapes
Of myself, my dignity
Shortly thereafter
She, fumingly, dropped them off
Through the guiltless window
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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