Okay, so things may have taken a surreal turn on the blog. For the tenth NaPoWriMo poem, we have the familiar tale of a homeowner struggling to cope with noisy neighbours.
A Worm Wakes Up on a Monday Morning
Just under the grass
of a spring-drenched lawn
an earthworm rests
in his one room flat
next door to an ant nest.
His neighbours went out
the night before last,
and it had been quite a party
on the surface as the ants
gathered their crops.
The worm is still recovering
from that bombastic disturbance
when a spade caves in his ceiling
and baths him sunshine
while a blackbird eyes him from the trees.
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