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Surreal
I remember having gone to bed a little tired,
And soon fell into a deep sleep.
Night chill prickled my skin.
I felt unusually light.
Wasn’t sure what had come about,
But was shocked at the eerie sight.
In the place of my hands,
Had sprouted a pair of wings.
My mouth had pointed and curved like a beak.
Words came out like twittering songs.
My long and flabby legs,
Had turned into wire like sticks.
And my toes shaped into sharp pointed claws.
A tail had been fitted upon my back.
I was covered in a plumage of brown.
My body had thinned and turned so light,
And on my head, I had a red little crown.
Feeling a strange urge to fly,
I flapped my wings and threw myself into the air
But I had a nose dive into the woods below
Never knew flying was like playing with fire.
Luckily, I could perch on the branch of a tree.
Looking around I saw a parrot green.
He said he would teach me to fly.
He was at rest behind the foliage screen.
He said ‘Hop, hop from branch to branch,
One step at a time will take you miles along’
One full day, religiously hopped the way I was told
The next day as I flew in rounds, he came along
Abruptly he announced, looking into the blue sky
“Oh come! On wings of joy, we’ll fly
Let us flit over hills and skim over dales”
“Tuwee! Tuwee”, in shrill delight, we flew across the sky.
With a strange sensation I got out of my bed.
I have been dreaming all the while.
I could hear the morning choir of songsters,
From the nearby mango tree. Also, the sun beams,
Filtering down through the thickly draped window of my room
I have been still under the kick of my surreal dream!
Copyright ©
Valsa George
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