Outdoor Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

And my life outdoor starts
Outside my doorstep when
When I stretch out my arms.
I am out for her!
And my night dreams never get ruined
Each morning
Should be like the lion’s race
Against the gazelle.
It is a life or death case for the gazelle.
Hunger or wealthy stomach case for the lion.
Let my dairy take tutelage of the rest
And each activation should come to fruition
Alas! And it ends when I enter indoor.