Last Night's Visit.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

last night's visit

the long expected storm, that's it
weeks before

he'd be coming
whole nation was expecting

finally he came last night hard sounding,
I was pretty amidst dreaming

I heard some night birds

their homes were wholly soaked
they built nests upon my rest

earliest morn
I went through the backyard
still asleep our homeguard,

Wow! the streets full of soft tricky touching carpet

looked like my own dear pet

never lying down easily
but moving constantly

what a beauty, how sweet this scenery sight

as if the world opened its window amazingly wide

weeks long whole nation was expecting

no cutest nightingales singing,
but stormy weather visiting

the street full of soft tricky touching carpet

looked like my own dear pet

the beautiful leaves still light- yellow, bit pale

is this the work of last night's gale?

full of soft tricky touching carpet

like my own pet
my lovely pet long time dead

but the soft tricky touching carpet
still here yet

to say in my own way
this cute carpet clearest
weaved by my great friend dearest
this trend
do you comprehend....?


© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Friday earliest morn 14 August 2020
at 5.55 hrs. A.M. Dutch Time