My windows for years
lay open allowing
sunlight and fresh air.
They are fastened
with mosquito nets
where light traces its path,
the wind comes in with
a feeble strain, This being
so for some time,
Of recent, I am
forced to close the doors
as cats and squirrels,
barge in play hide and seek
in the living room
upturning the furniture.
Yesterday, I fell asleep around
11 in the morning leaving
the back door open.
I sleep ‘like a log.
especially in the mornings,
the rodents and the mammals
had a jolly good time
for nearly an hour pulling
down the curios and pen stands.
I lay fast asleep
oblivious to the chaos,
my maid had a tough time
driving them out,
in the milieu she broke
few of the priceless.
Waking up I did not
recognize the place,
where am I? I wonder.
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