The cornered rodent lashes out
Teeth and limb do frantically shake
A trapped cat emits a subdued roar
A wild dove, captive, choose to die
Kuroshi comes for the salaried man.
All the world’s a cage,
convention be the chain
All indeed is obscure
These lenses make it so.
Borders and boundaries limitations make;
obscure my view, archaic thoughts
The things that were do shape my mind.
the weasel pops again.
A little about me and poetry
This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by @d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.
Thanks for reading.