Ken's Poetry

Territory

This is my territory.
Wherever I am belongs
and I will defend it
with noise and commotion.

You pass through here
pretending to ignore me
not looking into my eyes,
but you will hear me
haranguing you
threatening, jumping
up and down.

This is my place
marked out by me
I let you pass,
you have no rights,
and when you’re gone
and only your smell lingers
I continue at full throat
to harangue you.

Wherever I am belongs
and I will defend it
with noise and commotion.