Out of the Burrows

 Out of the Burrows


The moment a shy spring sun

peeks through the clouds,

they appear, out of the burrows

I suddenly see them everywhere

Sitting on benches observing others,

walking their little lapdogs in the park,

strolling through public Gardens,

chatting over a cuppa at the teahouse

It seems they defrost

the moment the temperature rises,

an awakening from their hibernation

Finally, an escape

from winter's imprisonment

A legion of cheerful elderly

has occupied the streets

And I love it, I love to see

them flourish again

I know, when the old folks

come to life, it's time to

get out of my burrow as well

Daginne Aignend


Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, fantasy books is a vegetarian who loves her animals. She's the Poetry Editor of Whispers and has been published in many poetry journals, magazines and anthologies, in the 'Tears' Anthology of the The New York Literary Magazine' to name one


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