Kaju-Kismis

 

In the mornings they come wagging their tails-

fluttering eyes intent on buttering.

Let us out - they shriek with cajoling hails-

my demeanour melts at these utterings.

Kismis wobbles and rolls towards the gate

prodding me to open their heaven’s door.

And poor Kaju stares in a trancelike state,

but imitates Kismis’s fancy uproar.

Sometimes I ignore their silly gimmicks,

and pretend to silently walk away.

But these naughty rascals know all the tricks

so swiftly they chase, nudge and block my way.

So I open the gate and let them loose-

soon they will find something else to amuse.

Stamp

 

There is a stamp with a glaze-

triangles on frill border.  

It has my wrinkled old face

enhanced by talcum powder. 

I shall now travel the world,

and I will be recognised-

this aged wine sweetly mulled

labelled with a wee bit price. 

Rail, road, sea, take me by air

till the day I become rare.