Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Boss

he emerges from his office like a bear
 from his winter den,
grouchy, hungry and mean,
loose skin once filled with the
fat of summer berries and sunshine.
he pushes past the sow and cubs into spring
rising on hind legs to reach the choicest
bits until his manager saunters along
and he shrinks back in cowardice.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Today, I finally put your blog in "feed my inbox," and was stunned when I saw this poem. Perfect.
Donna