The Grill
I’m grilling tonight, the essence, so sweet.
Gently blowing the scent to my neighbors.
I wonder if she smells those puffs of dragon air.
I wonder if she cares.
Sometimes my other neighbors grill.
I smell the aroma in the air.
Instantly hungry, almost like a bear.
Tonight I wonder why none of us share.
This is pretty funny. And not entirely untrue. I know the feeling.
It’s oh so true – my neighbor must read my poems because tomorrow she invited us over to grill :), thank you for your comments