Lockdown From Dawn To Dusk
Watching from my window sill
I saw him walking, a lion in thrill
Streets shivering of his mighty shrill
On his call they come and fill
An army of dogs route march and drill.
Peeping through my window pane
A group of birds landing on the lane
Through which cars flown in train
Now laying like a snake in pain.
Prying eyes through melancholy windows
I saw spring sprouting fast in meadows
Nature dancing reviving lacking human shadows.
For bringing back her magical touches
As she strikes, one but all happily blushes.
Oh, dear mother, forgive your prodigal sons.
Awful calmth of streets in still
Sinking my spirits in silence they remain
Without the treading feet of two legged fellows
One and twenty days freed from his clutches
Nature will revive, but her sons fearfully in their prisons.
Honorable Mention in Minuanetta Poems Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
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