Black bee had a row with Rose; <br />That dawn she didn't bloom <br />What could he have murmured rough <br />To make her look this gloom? <br /> <br />Reading my mind Bluebird said: <br />I saw him last night late <br />Come down buoying rolling boozed <br />And wake her up in rage <br /> <br />Sleeping she; that wasn’t grave <br />An action so he loathed <br />Found that Beetle lying there <br />Close he; and temper lost! <br /> <br />PS: No metaphors...no life scene...just an imagery on a garden scene at dawn... <br /> <br />16 09 08<br /><br />Kesav Venkat Easwaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-bee-had-a-row-with-rose/
