Poetry

Interrogation

Thunder is pounding at the front door,
lightning is leering aggressively
through the palladium window
next, I fear, waterboarding
but I know nothing –
perhaps a small something –
that squirrels have a thing
for sunflower seeds
and bees
are keen
on flowers,
hardly anything
to appease
a summer shower
thirsting to swell
its knowledge.
Thunderstorms
have known well
such trivia
since the
opening bell of
forever

2 replies »

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s