BEHOLD A PRESAGE

In the midst of my easiness

While serenity blossoms like business

Lending credence to an aura of promenade

That invokes the mood of prominence.

Abruptly flies a presage like an eagle so high

Coming to besiege a chickling from the sky

The mouth agape, the eyes, ears all tense

Holding my breaths in suspense.

I spring on my feet like a game

Hunted by a hunter of fame

To my instinct I have to hearken:

Who knows what will happen?

How can I rest in peace, when besieged by spies?

Coming like a drone that flies.