Timeline

Having been in black and white

I move into the technological zone.

New colours- bold and bright-

I reminisce about the generation old.

Would I have opted for video games then

if I were offered cyberspace?

Would these kids now play them

if otherwise provided open place?

Things joyed us long ago are not yet extinct-

if seen, felt with new set of eyes.

Hands change as the clock ticks,

setting new trends, benchmarks, styles.

Unfair to compare the present with the past.

It's just a timeline that's sped too fast.

Nocturnal

In the night I awake with his squeaks.

Quivering nose he scampers around,

and I with my broom and stick.

The trap with a cheese, an open-fridge.

The race with the rat is once again set-

on my battlefield, on his playground.

He the prankster, me the pet.