Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 32

I waved it around,
Waiting for a reaction,
Then there was a wind,
Finally, there was action!
I whirled it around,
Creating the air,
To become wind,
And fly me around, without any care.
The monk was awoken,
Thinking his mind was making a mistake,
He knew I wasn’t normal,
That I can overtake.
He told me to wear,
A headband of gold,
I listened and listened,
And done as I was told.
Then when he was sleeping,
I tried to take it off,
But it was no use,
My temper was about to blast off!
I accepted to sleep,
I counted the sheep,
I couldn’t go off,
This monkey must be asleep.
My temper went off,
And my face turned red,
Then the anger soothed,
And tucked me into bed.
Then I awoke,
Don’t know where I was,
I started to kill for food,
But then told me to pause.
“Animals are life”,
The monk told me,
“When you’re at age,
You then will see,”
We ventured even more,
Not expecting a pig,
He had a long tail,
And a stomach rather big.
Then a friar came out,
Holding a rake,
He swung it around,
And chopped up a snake.
It shriveled and wiggled,
It stopped in its tracks,
The friar had a fierce look,
And stopped all his acts.