Of All the Voices…

Voice springs in the brook,
cool and soothing,

Voice grows in the flower garden,
rides on the butterfly wings and breeze,
sweeter than his mint breath.

Voice jumps out of the computer,
startling a skunk out of you,
alarm beeps loud as a dog:
your computer is locked  to block
malicious activity. Do not shut the computer,
it’ll lose…just call us.

You pull the plug, calm as old you,
recognize it as the same hacker’s voice
on the phone.
She choose it to be her voice.
Only if she knew how it sounds.

©Byung A. Fallgren