Writers

Those writers
will get into
your soup
just to gather
news.
Their eyes
are lit
like Christmas tree,
soaking in whole atmosphere.
She is delighted:
this is real.
I am nervous,
fumble with a zipper
of my valet
trying to get
money out.
I am a fly
buzzing under
a magnifying glass.
I need my privacy.
Little voice whispers:
if you want
your privacy so much
you shouldn't write.
I'll tell you
you are in trouble
now
and you asked
for it.
So, get your
slice of pizza,
eat and suffer.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
3/16/2015

A sparrow

A Sparrow picks little sticks for his nest and repairs what was damaged by Winter. Mrs. Sparrow cleans and directs her husband: here will be our bedroom and nursery. A dining room we are going to paint yellow. We still use outdoor toilet. Two sparrows cuddle in the nest for a night and Mr. Sparrow asks: how many eggs are we going to have this year? I don't know yet. I'll begin to lay eggs tomorrow. Copyright (c) Marie neumann 3/9/2015