How To Judge a Book By It's Cover
How to judge a book by it's cover
My early morning dog walk is usually enjoyed alone,
Although I'm still attached to my busy mobile phone,
But ahead of me today, a scruffy, unshaven man, appeared,
With earrings, rocking back and forth, above his grubby beard.
I judged him
This 'urban commando' dressed head to toe in camouflage gear,
His top half wrapped up against the rain, but the bottom, I fear,
Was in warmer climes, flip flops and knee length khaki shorts,
His tattooed calf was on display, ah, so that was the reason, I thought.
I judged him
On entering the narrow lane, he suddenly turned to face the right,
His hands began rummaging through his under clothes, what a sight,
Fearing that he was about to answer a call of nature, in full view,
I politely coughed, he glanced at me, but resumed his grappling through.
I judged him
Eventually, he found his prize, and making a space in the hedge,
He crouched down, and gently placed his find on a ledge,
As I passed, I strained my neck, in order to solve this mystery,
The man spoke, “dried meal worms, for the robin's breakfast, you see”
And he and the robin judged me
Copyright © Cheryl Darby | Year Posted 2015
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