MOM WAS SO ANGRY WHEN I BROUGHT LUCIFER HOME

Unlike usual evening walks
Yesterday, inaudible steps turned to the shore
With mom’s clear warning ringing in my ears
I grinned and decided otherwise, thinking
“What harm can simple strolling even brew?”
La la la la la laaa

Avoiding diversions all along
As I arrived, the sun skipped its horizon
The warm breeze was heavy
With childlike moaning
Undecided, through narrow slits, I glanced
A curious little face covered with tears, peeped

I extended a friendly hand and patted his back
Assured, he managed a smile, through curtains of sorrow
I talked for a while, about the weather, the clean water,
Evening, stars … and of home
A cloud of gloom settled on his countenance
I asked if he was lost, he replied negatively
Then I asked no further

Nonchalant,
I mentioned leaving and somber he grew
“Maybe you could accompany me?”
He nodded affirmatively
Beaming into the night, we marched home

MOM WAS SO ANGRY WHEN I BROUGHT LUCIFER HOME

Mother stood at the doorsteps in absolute worry
As soon as she looked at Lucifer,
(I did refrain from uttering his name,
The reader must not be alert)
She had an aghast look on her face and
Shouted I was being followed

I laughed at her folly and
Introduced him as friend, not fiend
Still perturbed,
She advised me to keep him in the yard
At dawn, we shall decide his fate
She turned to her room and slept soundly,
For I was safe and home.
As for Lucifer, I slipped him in my room
Where he still remains!