Wednesday, 23 June 2010

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
flap their wings
and return to
their dressing rooms.

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