OH HARK 37

"Seize the day", the poet had suddenly found his voice
 In the trees there was some rustling and   eerie noise.
The javelin man who had not spoken a single word
 Stirred when he heard a  bird scolding another bird.

Blood was flowing from her cracked mouth  and nose
She dipped in her pocket and pulled out a  wilted rose .
Then running  her tongue over a loose tooth she shouted 
 Put a hand on the poet's arm , winked and then pouted.



Suddenly the javelin man   felt    insanely exuberant
"I am a double black belt", he said ,  voice  belligerent.
At the knitter , with incredible  force, he hurled his javelin
She   shrugged and  rejoined with a gore garnished grin.

"Figures", she mouthed  , wiping the blood with a sleeve
"You have left me with no choice but to believe".
Suddenly the jungle resounded with growls and roars
The wind howled with the sound of rattling of doors.

In  panic they looked around, their curiosity uncurbed
What was it ,had some sleeping giant been disturbed?
Her blood streaked  mouth made little burps of sound
The threesome watched , mouths ajar,  eyes  round .

At the poet she leered , eyes popping and fluttering
In horrified stupor they saw  her  insanely muttering.
A jackhammer drilled  in the recesses of  his   skull
A bird frantically fluttered overhead, was it a gull?


"You tried to kill me? Do you  not know I never die?
You may try and try, but   Death I will always defy!
Relentlessly I have been fighting for justice for years
And yes, poet dear, you can write my story in verse."

She offered him the  rose with a smile blood streaked
With this  gesture every poetic bone in his body creaked. 
They  started running before she could settle a score 
Never ever in his life had he felt so scared before. 

 Even as they ran they tensed up for the verbal shots
That would hit them  now , ah they were in knots.
At the squeals of wheels , of words they were bereft.
It was only their imagination, relieved,  they turned left.

Their eyes fell on a poor looking cottage wood shingled
 They exchanged glances and their nerves tingled 
The ramshackle structure leaned against an ancient tree
Inside the cottage was it possible to get an entry?

 On another tree hung a hand painted piece of wood
Gingerly, they walked up to it and in front of it stood.
THE WRITER RECLUSE  said the board  on the  bark
A bat overhead  went berserk, an owl hooted, oh hark.