Postman

A Poem by GloriousGuru

The eternal struggle to deliver the mail.

Pointed and sharp she sits proud

Her eyes jaded against the sun but she misses nothing

The muscles bristle and twitch beneath her coat

A coat of many guises

A fierce coat

A loving coat

A faithful coat

Triumphantly she surveys

Now she paces, on patrol

She senses him draw near

HOW DARE HE...

The intrusion is personal in only a way she can ever understand

Growling,snarling, gnashing of teeth.

As quick as it begins it ends

He dare not return for he remembers

But he will for he has a job to do. And so does she!

Same time tomorrow

She will be waiting

She will always be waiting!