SONNET 1: A dose of Poetry to get you through Monday

A pack of eleven zebras

Drinking from a round pool.

Among them are naughty zebras

Who playfully start a fall.

Like a spiraling descent

The falling spreads clockwise

Like dominoes of Black-white

The Zebra stripes collapse-

Zebras with their necks drooped

Into a stone circular pool.

With a stupor, by water soused,

The zebras fall into the pool-

All but one who stands alone

Neck above the pool of stone.

A photograph by a Ugandan Artist Jim Joel.

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