Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


' What is life? Let us talk about it '


ok, let us talk about life

my cat Kuting has just given birth
to three kittens
she must have loved their fathers
too much
three for i love you

the bitch in the house is pregnant again
we are sad
she is having a relationship with a native
dog
the one that takes trash for breakfast
no definite master
and house
a vagabond
she loves

i think and that is what we too believe
a cat has nine lives
and with her three kittens she gets
an extended twenty-seven lives

wow, that is amazing
cats indeed know how to live a longer time
than us
people who is into
birth controls

life is an early morning tea
a view from the veranda to the sea
a sunrise
a run to take the dip of the salt of the sea
closing your eyes
and see everything that this world is offering

life is a march of the ants
keeping an empire stable
feeding the queen
to ensure a birth of a hundred or more
soldiers

life is what we are here for
who thinks about death tomorrow? Nobody.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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