I like to sleep late, almost till eight, my skeptical <br />duvet doesn’t like to blow its cover, so I pass <br />my time making up anagrams of famous names, <br />only I can’t spell and end up with words that make <br />no sense; I have tried for years to be a novelist but <br />after a page of reluctant words, I end up going back <br />to bed. It is said gorillas are bright because they are <br />able to fold a few leaves together and make a bed, <br />big deal, the sparrows on my roof make intricate <br />nests of feather, tiny twigs and digested worms, <br />and they get babies that try to push each other out; <br />nature is murder, mayhem and desperate survival. <br />So perhaps we should be more understanding; when <br />a flaming bush sets fire to a forest.<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-morning/
