Is this the end? I began to write the beginning
Of a freshly-touched September evening
Fancy it as if we were alive
On this platform, not so high
To catch the stars, getting smeared on
We need something that’s not seen
Before. The moon shows its twinkling skin,
Invited to the World’s First Olympic Ball
Come and have a ball! You don’t have to pay
As it’s only the dream magic of my day,
Beginning with the symphony of the purring cats
Around the fireplace’s scattered hay
And the next! is the long jumping of dogs,
Fed up with their owners’ hooks
And many other… I don’t want to twaddle,
Disturbing the child in his wagging cradle
Finely the mischievous mice,
Throwing the fortune’s revving dice
On a table not secure
I fear that cats are in pure
Camouflages, planning
To raid the mice crowds
Before the eyes of referees
Oops! Who are spinning on this platform?
Cats and mice are dancing the tango in a new form
As if they’re close friends
They’re beginning to eat their heads.
The Beginning! The results are so confusing.
© Ibrahim Ercan
