Through Red Curtains

Their indecisive shadows

hop left and right,

a stage presented to them

as if to entertain.

A grumbling of whistles

when reciting their lines,

as they move back and forth,

sticking their chests out

like kings.

The stage light rises,

their silhouettes elongating

and the stage shrinking.

Soon my morning soap opera

will come to an end,

as the little entertainers take

their

bow,

flap their wings

and return to

their dressing rooms.