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One day
I’ve got –
Them.
Funny, clumsy, crying.
Kids.
Cubs.
Days
passed.
My cubs played.
They grew strong, beautiful, shining.
Kind.
And then
that
day
came.
I had that student. I remember his first time in my class vividly. He chose a chair, positioning himself with his back to the window to shield his eyes from the sun. As he settled in, he seemed to claim the space as his own. With piercing, attentive eyes, his demeanour challenged me with a ‘Well? Show me what you’ve got.’
Whoops! In that very instant, I sensed he would challenge me every second of our 90-minute lesson.
“Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I suggested.
They sing.
At the stupid o’clock
when
even Sun
hasn’t
got up yet
but only opened its eyes,
stretched out and yawned
these irksome creatures already
tweet
chirp
peep
sing
their dumb happy songs
and don’t
let me sleep.