STRANGE SIBLINGS my preChristian poems Number 2
Bvoo, Bvooom, Bvooo, BvooOOM!
A crooning, male amphibian?
Braying, honking, demanding room
In an imagined Caribbean ...
Bullfrog too wants to be a groom
Vibrant with other sounds, insects:
The zwee-zweeing of mosquitoes;
Rustling, whistling birds out their nests
As suddenly as tree swallows ...
My curious trip disturbed their rest
Poetry is filled with sights galore
The scientist in me goes auditory;
An ongoing, subtle symphony
Joining night, bird, frog, mosquito
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2020
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