A Grove of Trees

Paddling a canoe Past green to deeper waters Anxiously alone Bow cuts the morning dew. In the Prison of our minds Half-conscious moving on One eats the midday meal During another weekday's grind. Walk back from corner shop With what you went to get. Then a breeze invades your senses And just briefly there you stop. Awakened late at night A sweat drop from your fear; But you hear downstairs your cat purr And collapse back quite relieved. In the news a man was murdered No one important, or so they say. He had taken in a poison And stumbled dead, was how it's worded. The man worked selling lumber, Had a girlfriend and ex-wife. Arsenic was ingested But just who killed him wasn't known yet. His daughter is being questioned She's five-years-old and doesn't know Where her father has gone to And crying, calls out for him again and again.