I am a wolf who’s learning to howl,
I am a duck who’ll swim if its flood.
The sun of February at the west casting orange on
his bearded face as he ate the leftovers of the hotel.
The newspaper he was eating on telling arrival of
a new virus in China.
He smiled and in hoarse voice said a slippery
ground doesn’t know the king.
Hungry stomach doesn’t have ears, you know–he says extending his hand.
The west sun of mid April casting tired orange on
the dirty face. The road is empty as all are locked down.
He is hungry as we know looking at his sucked in stomach.
He is opening the food packet with a smile
and said when bulls fight flies die. So leave it to Batman.
Now go hunger is the best sauce and remember if you saw your
neighbor’s beard in fire don’t forget to put yourself in water
And also remember even in the mouse hole, the light shines.
An idiom also I recollect, when spider webs unite it can
tie up a lion.