by Harmony Hodges
I got cold, really cold
so I burrowed down deep
below the gazebo
and looked forward to a nice quiet winter
Was I comfortable? No I was not!
On the first day a partridge squawked all night
and kept me awake
On the second day a pair of doves ate so many pears
that they complained all night about their stomach aches
On the third day, three hens scratched
and pecked on the gazebo floor
(like nails on a chalkboard)
On the fourth day, four birds kept
making calls, chatting about their personal lives
until I wanted to save humans the trouble and poison myself
On the fifth day
strung up at least five strands of
lights and poked and prodded and pounded
them into place
On the sixth day
migrating geese decided to roost inside the gazebo
and honk like New York City gridlock
On the seventh day swans
held a meeting in the gazebo
and complained about their ugly ducklings
On the eighth day, COWS!
a petting zoo formed around the gazebo
and lots of screaming children
learned about milking
On the ninth day
(oh my throbbing head)
ladies in their high heels
sounded like a herd of elephants
as they danced and pranced
On the tenth day
Who was leaping? The elephants?
On the eleventh day
Pipers piped. OUT OF TUNE!
On the twelfth day
(and my favorite by far)
(I would have preferred jackhammers)
Yes, I could have moved right away
But instead I had a type of mole meltdown
I dug a massive tunnel
around the perimeter of the gazebo
a wide tunnel
a deep tunnel
until the entire thing collapsed -
an unfortunate sink hole
everything gone including
the twinkling lights
in search of a peaceful winter
Harmony Hodges is a mixed media artist living in Portland Oregon. She writes poetry and fiction. Her writing has appeared in Kind of a Hurricane Press.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'A Delightful New Beginning'
' The Lights of Christmas'
'The Christmas Wish'