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Of anonymous bow-bows and meow-meows

I hear them out on the streets
When I least expect it,
sometimes it isn’t them at all
these anonymous bow-bows,
or irritating meows-meows
then they stop
abruptly disappear
leaving me curious
wanting, waiting & more

i keep an ear out for such sounds
these are a conspiracy
like celestial mermaids on Instagram
or flying fish on Netflix
forever I seek them
in places I would never have a hope
Still they gnaw & nuzzle my neck
drive me up the wall.
i wonder why
is there a point?

Till my friend & her squirrel happened
Suddenly on a video call
she made a mad dash to her window sill
to shoo away squirrels
that I never saw, (I suspect nor did she)
she raged that they ate all her flowers
showed me the flowerless pot as proof
flowers she loves,
squirrels she hates
but I think
she needs them squirrels
like I want my sounds
because otherwise my friend
just what else is keeping us here?

~ a.s.

Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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