The room is a blur

my thoughts are a-stir

the lizards are monsters

their cages mid-whir.

 

Coffee, poetry mix

doing lots of cool tricks

words jumping off pages

into canine cages.

 

The dogs are loose, too

this place is a zoo

my dwarf frogs grow big

like fat little pigs.

 

My green shamrock tree

stuck in March will it be

till December, you see

I missed holidays three.

 

My coffee is gone

poems, now strong

not inarticulately

pets now asleep

I write just for me.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023