Wuk Wuk

I wake and the rope is still there

Tightens in my rounded belly

Little fisherman pull harshly

Rough Seas ahead

The basil is dying on the windowsill

The flowers wilted in the garden

Everywhere I go I see you

My punishment from God above

Wuk Wuk visited this morning

Watched me get the shopping from the car

He didn’t fly this time he just looked at me

My cheeks wet again

I am, I am, I am