showers of castanets
on a tin roof
a stop-over for the night
on the longest hike
a bushel of owls
in each drip of rain
aftershocks of mice nibbling through
the wires of a sleepless mind
listening
through ear shaped microphones
pigeons scrabble overhead
then clatter as they take off
the rain softens toward dawn
to a ten second splish
time to move on
Darwin thought that the origin
Of the species was all in
Where the strong survived
And others have taken a dive
So I was thinking
Whilst at home drinking
What will we be like in a hundred years time
So that we will be primed
We’ll have a clamp hand to hold a phone
And a flat ear shaped for mobiles alone
Our voice tones will be tuned to phone use
With no need to repeat or make an excuse.
© Paul Warren Poetry