Author: Byungafallgren

February

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February

Lone zombie-tree in the pasture sings
Lullaby for the cows gathered round,
Metal sky sprinkle ice seeds over the dry
Weeds asleep, whispers:
“In spring this will do wonder.”
North wind claws at the hunched
Backs of the creatures
Learning to take the most of
One another’s body heat like
Warmth of Mother’s womb.
She throws her toughest test.
With no complain,
They huddle tight
To keep the hearth within,
Comply and wait
For the golden sunbeams
Caress the frozen bodies,
For the pasture awake in the green sea,
For the tree revives in pink bloom
Flirts with breeze sweet passing by.

©Byung A. Fallgren

America Beautiful, Lost Muscle

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America Beautiful, Lost Muscle

She’s a blurry-eyed beauty
Believes in what she does.
She tosses a crown to
A dubious one,
Watches it unfolds wings,
Anxious to see
The strange creature
Fly amok in the world.
She shudders, bewildered, with her
Acumen buried in deep within.
Someday she may recover
Her lost muscle; she will
Rise again as
The true beauty admired by all—
Is this a tough dream to bloom?

©Byung A. Fallgren

The bad wolf

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The Bad Wolf

One winter morning, the phone in our room rang.
My husband answered. I could hear the caller asking:
“Is your social security number xxxxx?”
“Yes,” my husband said. “How do you know that?”
“I’m a police officer. I called to inform you that a person
stole your social security number for a fraudulent use.
Please tell me, how many bank accounts do you have?”
“Three,” my husband told him.
“Can you give me the bank names?” the caller continued.
My husband did.
“How much money do you have in each account?”
My husband told him again.
“Don’t give him all that information!” I yelled.
“It’s okay. He’s a police officer.”
“Oh, yeah? How can you be so sure?”
My husband then said to the caller, “Tell me your name
and rank. I need to report this to the local police.”
The caller then hung up.
We were certain then that the caller is a bad wolf.
Alarmed that the animal knows his social security
number, my husband immediately reported it to the
Police, while I told the bank teller about the incident
and found out that the bad wolf had not yet accessed
to our accounts. We blew out a sigh of relief. My husban
also checked his credit card, which was fine too. We
laughed. We were in a celebrating mood. What a day!
I was also grateful for my luck to not fall on the icy
sidewalk to the bank and break my hipbone. The caller
scared thorn birds out of us. But we beat the bad wolf.

©Byung A. Fallgren