The New Neighbor


All day long, she squats in front of my neighbor’s door,
Pisses, poopoos and sleeps on the floor.
Their sight and smell, she does abhor,
But awaits a chance for an unobtrusive stroll,
The moment they open their door.
And feign ignorance all the more,
As they shout and, surprised faces gape before.


She gapes back for a while
And faces the householder’s furore.
She runs swiftly in a minute, a mile
And annoys a few more.
She runs across the hall
And spills the bottle of wine,
She rolls over a ball
Unseen, and ouch! Hurts her spine.


She makes another move unshaken,
For a ride, which she herself has taken.
Breaks the glass, fells the flower
Of the vase that stood like a tower.
She runs hither and thither,
Hides at a place yonder,
Looks outside at the weather,
And hears the sky thunder.


They find many a scratch on the tile,
And wonder in unison, how agile!
And now he’s tired to the core.
Prrrr sounds the page which he tore,
In despair as he cant chase her any more,


A little girl wakes up and asks her papa,
What’s making u pant and go gaga?
Her sister replies in a tone of beguile,
Looks at the floor and points at the tile.
It walks and runs; and jumps and leaps;
Grunts and groans; moans and meows.


I sit in a saloon near a harbor,
Recollect and smile at the barber,
Who’s put the songs of Justin Bieber,
And I call her, my new neighbor.

-- Zee