Giant steps down the hallway to coffee
the warm glow of morning sun is dancing
across the sage and green hallway runner
and there you are, a dark mark on my dream.
Waiting in the moment your legs flicker
still and calm like a west wind mahjong tile
you play dead but your body betrays you
dark as the night, the day exposes you.
Before, I found the day enchanting
Before, I felt like more of who I am
Before, I was ready to face the trials
Before, I was singing and dancing.
I thought my little house was protected
my wild garden set back from the doors
I thought only my shoes could cross over
Until I saw you scurry across my floor.
Why couldn't you stay in your oasis?
Australian Autumn is warm and humid
There are flowers, and veges, and grass
You would have been less dead in those spaces.
I am displeased with your boldness
I am unimpressed by your fearlessness
You have filled me with incredible anguish
As I stand here studying your rudeness.
Dear Mr Cricket, I hope you find heaven
maybe in your next life, you won't be trespassing.
Charlie Ann Alford 