I’m beginning to shift
My style is changing
I can feel it
As certain as the
Swallow knows it’s time
To fly somewhere else
Hanging thoughts cliffs of
Words like pebbles kicked
Into the abyss seen
Heard and then disappearing
Words that mean nothing
Until they are gone
The mastery of none
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
Just a short one
Not much to say
Gifts weigh a ton
Snow’s going to stay
Gotta go gotta run
Hop into the sleigh
What fun huh hun
No one asks
Everyone just thinks
How can they
All be certain
Or is it
That few care
Or care just
Enough to give
In order to
Get what’s wanted
Dangling a worm
In front of
The unsuspecting fish
It seems like no
One wishes to know
They would rather feel
Like little blind mice
Bumping into other things
Hoping to find a
Bit of cheese maybe
A morsel or crumb
Anything which might carry
Them from one to
The next to the
Next to the next
Over and over again
Until one clamps shut
Ending this desperate parade
