Homeless Poem by Ebey Alex
Homeless
It's so windy under the tree where I usually lay down.
Luckily I never fight with stray dogs because
dogs have a better place to live and s good feast to eat.
I counted the stars yesterday and found a new constellation;
But the disturbing thing was bird dropping and the ire of cockatoos.
Life is much better than last year because
newspapers say our economy is better than last year.
Ebey 18/06/21
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