A clumsy mistral holds court
Out on the green lawn
Quite the popinjay
Arrogant and vain
Strutting around
Like he owned the world
The world supposed to revolve
Around this sorry mess
Standing under an ornate statue
Letting his thoughts out
For the world to hear
A state of flow?
Is it art?
Or is it simply
The cats meow?
I surrender
To his demands
And feed the stray that
Announces his intentions
So vigorously
Every morning.

Laura R
6-10-03