BarTime

I’m in the doldrums

Caught between hither and

Nigh limbo fence sitting

A wallflower waiting watching

And wondering who if

And when someone will

If they ever will

I see eyes eyeing

Studying snouts turned upwards

Trying to catch scents

Of fowl in grass

Some prey are thankful

For not being eaten

But me just once

I wish to be

Someone else’s midnight snack