Observations of a Bored Person
High above in the grey evening sky
Flew five great kites;
Foes and allies, with talons of fire and ice,
Warring over mice.
Lower below,
Were tiny birds greeting hello.
About nothing did they seem to be mellow.
All that their song lacked was a cello
All that their song lacked was a cello
Below them was something mellow.
Gases of smoke rising in great masses.
Like river, they were,
Simply floating like water.
The next stage had locks,
On doors with knobs,
Sitting adammently on rooftops,
Drenched in chilly raindrop.
Below the roofs,
Were conjusted loops,
Of tarred main roads
Jammed with vehicles and scoots.
Somewhere far from this, was I sitting.
Having lost interest in studying,
At all this, I was gazing,
Sitting on a chair, Gazing
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