watchful sentinel
the baker protects his pie
hands off till dessert
Silent Sunday – (11/18/18)
Carve me up
Or
Leave me
Whole
It all depends
On
What’s the
Goal
Slice me, dice me
Bake
A
Pie
I’m still the
Apple of
Halloween’s
Eye
Hungry little
Piggy
Looking lost
And
Forlorn
Won’t someone
Please feed
Me
I haven’t eaten
Since
Born
nice and round and plump
turkey tours the neighborhood
preheat the oven
Let’s make
A truce
And get
Along
We’ve
Butted heads
Far too
Long
We’ll drink
A toast
Hugs all
Around
And
Wrestle again
To the
Ground
ice encrusted world
makes for treacherous footing
cardinal needs YakTrax
I see them
Swimming
Back and
Forth
I scoot south
And they
Glide
North
Come a little
Closer
Be a
Sport
I’ll jump right
In
Paddle all four
Feet
Drat
I’m tethered
To
This darn
Leash
Bigger and bigger the Big Box stores
Can anyone navigate these anymore?
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
Going in circles mile after mile
Never encounter an employee who smiles
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
Searching in vain through endless aisles
Trying to locate the paper towels
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
‘Did you find what you need?’ they chortle with glee
Oblivious to the frustration in me
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
‘Paper or plastic?’ as if they care
I’m ready to tear out my very last hair
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
Check myself out and bolt for the door
To return to this place, nevermore
Flummoxed again
By
This darn
Cage
Sent me
Into a
Mad squirrel
Rage
Obstacles
My will
Cannot
Faze
I’ll melt it
With my
X-ray
Gaze
