Poetry Corner: Cats and Dogs…and Frogs

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When the day turned into night

The night turned wet

…until the morning



 

In the morning

The ground was crying wet

Well unto the rising riverbed

The tears from heaven

Had dropped in torrents and droplets

Flowing eastwards towards the entire west

 

The drains had been thirsting for desilting

Until the drains got fed up…and sped off

The drains fed the stagnant lakes

The lakes fed the flowing rivers

The rivers fed the swallowing ocean

The watery depth deepened the sorrows of the swelling waters

 

When night turned into day

The day strayed into flooding alleyways

None resolved to stay where they ought to stay

The walls tumbled away

 

The rooms raised their own Primsol line above the waistline

The men raised their suits above their suites

The women praised the chicken for running to the kitchen

The children pushed their feet into the wrong boots

And pulled their books away from school

 

When the day dragged onto the streets

The streets blushed under running water

The streets suffocated beneath rolling rubbers

The streets dug old holes into new dams

Old cracks turned new graves…and caves

The streets peeled off tar to touch dust

“From dust you were born

To dust you have returned”

 

When the day stretched into the offices

There still existed vacancies

The emptiness therefrom was too hollow to notice;

The desks

The files

The cubicles

The silent occupants

All remained behind closed doors

 

The parking lots

The scheduled slots

The banking vaults

The absent participants

All remained outside flooded doors

 

When the day spent the evening at the graveyard

There were new arrivals

Arriving before their funeral

Appearing before their burial

For they had swam

And had swam with the current

When Nadmo had stayed absent

When Nadmo had waited to be sent

When Nadmo had remained silent

 

When the day turned into night

The night claimed back the nightmare

And who wasn’t scared?

For the reality was scary

Scary!

 

Who was expecting even a raindrop?

None to pray for a drop to rain

All prayed and trusted and hoped

Prayed the rain to stop

To stop scaring the cats…and the dogs

And the frogs

 

Oh!

But sure

It has been so

Since 1900

 

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