The tragic and altogether meaningless tale of how one good person’s window-billows escaped his house. ~ Dmitri Scolét
I pinned them shut and with a smile walked about my day.
Home I came – to my surprise, the billows got away.
I frowned in thought, looked up and down, and could not find the cause,
and thus I fastened them again, still wondering what it was.
Come and go, here came the night, there went my day again.
I found them loose and straying off and wand’ring in the den.
In deep frustration I affixed the billows to the sill,
and bade the feather-headed, pompous sheets obey my will.
Next morn I strutted out the door; the lock I bolted fast –
and proud of my accomplishment, I left in peace at last.
Come eventide, I beamed while I returned to my abode
until I spotted both the sheets escaping down the road.
Vehemently I challenged and disclaimed the mocking act –
no mind, the billows rode the wind and cheerfully waved back.
A pity – that’s the last I saw of either billow-sheet,
And in conclusion, might I know if you are not asleep?