Silently
in my kitchen
I browse briefly
last news,
while sturdy
cold-blooded creature
nudges my suede shoes.
Pushing like in the debris,
he gets over both of them.
This in a way resembles
me in a traffic jam.
And later, with full throttle
steering old-fashioned car,
I feel myself like a turtle,
who's stuck
in a metal jar.
© Andrej Kokov