Tales to Tell

..and black birds

Fly over static waters

In a sky spread

With invisible traps

...and the narcissus,

Stamped over by giant feet,

Looks over the banks at

The ghastly image of its

Heart-shaped leaves

...and the mellow breeze

Whispers its tale of woes

To the ever-hearing ears

Of the rustling trees

...and the flailing leaves

Fall; committing suicide

Unable to bear any grief

...and the dreamers dream

Their comatose dreams

Yet, I can't stop writing

About giant cockroaches

In my closet

And monkeys on the mango tree

Picking lice