Thursday, May 31, 2012

Last day in May, 2012

They're certainly chirpy out there,
sitting on their branches
and communicating for the sheer hell of it
(or so it seems to one
who doesn't speak a word
of their language),
while there's no communication at all
in this office, with everyone
staring at their screen quietly
and firing off the occasional typing staccato.
I wonder what they think about us
when they peer inside.
What a boring existence, they might say,
with not a chirp or twitter.
We have no clue what it's all about,
but we certainly are fitter.

– Leonard "Impersonator of Sparrows" Blumfeld (© 2012)

3 comments:

Aayushi Mehta said...

:)

Your workspace seems to inspire a lot of poetry!

Leonard Blumfeld said...

Thanks for reading and commenting, Aayushi! It's true, my workplace does indeed lead to a lot of poetry. Often it is sufficient to pay attention to little things around and then compose them into something poetic.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I enjoyed this very much.