Metal scrapes and holow pangs echo through the snow
Four AM bewilderment at noises from below
In half-asleep confusion I nervously check the lock
A burglar's intrusion? I slip on half a sock
Perhaps the landlord is about taking all our trash cans out?
From kitchen window I decree there are no tracks that I can see
Not one footprint, not even three!
The driveway below, under a dusting of snow
Remains pristine in pre-dawn twilight
And I double back to my room
But now the noise was clearer still below and beyond my window sill
It was then I saw the monster lurch safely from my third flor perch
Over the fence in my back yard, diagonally from my home
The stately house at the end of the road, the one with the onion dome
A yellow plow with amber lights took another pass
Of early morning labor to help the lawyer neighbor
So clients could arrive consistently on time and all alive
Why were they plowing so early? The snow was not that bad!
Snuggled in my blanket, I clutched my pillow and was glad
There was still time to rest before getting up and getting dressed
So with the window still aglow from panes draped in moonlit snow
I fell back asleep again, I had a few more dreams to go.
I'm a planarian veterinarian
My patients all are worms
And some of them only slightly
Bigger than their germs
My patients are flat
And some of them have two heads
Underneath their hat!
If they get a bad cut, I continue it through
They'll just grow a new head
And a new tail, too!
Note: Not all my poems are this happy-go-lucky. Stay tuned for the disturbing, macabre, masochistic, mesmerising, and mechanical reflections on modern life. Soon will be cryptic and not so cryptic allusions to events both real and imagined. Some you will undoubtedly relate to. Others will confirm for you the theory that Tony G comes from another planet.