POEM


since i saw the mouse
the leaves dance like it
a gentle breeze that pushes one along
i'll believe it still with a second glance
scratches and scrapes where a mouse's belong


at first, just the colour, a pale, soft brown
illuminated by a low, bright sun
i'll move to the window and,
looking down,
expect to see the outline of one


Yet here, again,
the mousetail remains straight
for, after all, it's a stalk I spy
and instead of some cute, curved rodent's gait
the furs replaced
with a leaf blowing by

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SONG

Oh if a yellow-winged bird should affix its claws at an angle out your window
with cavalcade crests of crimson and cock its head to look inside
feathered goggles of red an original tribe spent lifetimes recreating
to satisfy the spirit of the yellow-winged passerine bird whose claws now crawl their way inside

Here came an opportune spider tight for time tying cobwebs in the corner
An additional wordless witness weaving lures for whats alive
It’s such a politic fly flying spritely by in an effort to persuade her
to be the appetiser to satisfy if the yellow-winged passerine bird decides to feed on either life

oh - its what we’re up against
newly needed neurological self-defence
the divided don’t see who’s secretly vying for the driver seat
who would you rather see?

Oh while the succulent plant can’t understand how it can calm such wicked ailments
It’s every prickly ridge forms a worthy bridge for the spider to the wall
Biodegradable mass that the spider passed still photosynthesising
to satisfy the appetite of the succulent plant so light dependant
light spilling from outside

(oh
its what we’re up against
newly needed neurological self-defence
the divided don't see who’s secretly
vying for the driver’s seat)

who would you rather see?





image by b.graf