Thoughts From a Cave

A hungry thought escaped from a great bear cave. It squints in the sunlight and shakes out the stiff. Dries out the pang on a fat, wet rock... Then takes to the trees. Swinging like a gibbon on crack (or the village drunk praying from the rack gasping for bits of anything). It looks up- takes to the air way beyond the stratosphere. Playing with stars and meteors ( dirty boy playing with cat eyes and jacks). This cave though it can love, will also destroy... all in one breath. It forgets where it came from doesn't care where it is. Has no purpose other than just being.. like wind from a cave.