Appetite

The morning started with the sound of thin raindrops beating on the roof and water trickling from the pipe is a sign of life. The dogs were out and about creating mutiny in the little town. The early morning risers were already on the street blowing their horns and surveying the distant lawn with flood lights attached to their head lamp covering the entire street with flickering sounds. I watched the street walkers tumble down the hill repeating the famous line that satisfy their woeful mind. Its the same people you see going down the flattened street, it is the same people going around in circle, squeezing honey from the rock and shouting from the top, they have a gigantic appetite and a gut that is sealed up in paradise. They have nowhere else to go and they are always disrupting the political show. There is a merry go round standing on the hill and if you keep still, you can hear that soft voice speaking and it is telling you to look at reality in the sun and mark the temperature before the day is done. A new sound will soon start floating around the town and you have to catch on to rhythm or you will surely drown. I have an appetite to do what is right, I have an appetite to end the brutal fight; the animals are lining up in the town and they are getting ready to break down the throne. The negotiation is still going on and you must complete it before the break of dawn, remove all the animals from the barn and position them in the far East before you sign the decree. I have an appetite to sing so find me that woeful ballad and the synchronizing hymn, get on the big stage with me and fill your voice with song of love, peace and Harmony. Look at them sitting at that table, they are feeding their plum face and round stomach with cornbread, Cornish patties, toad in holes and French croissants, and lots of strawberry muffins. They have a big appetite, and they are strong enough to complete the fight, they have three hefty meals a day and there is nothing more that I can say. The wind is blowing over the stream the buzzing bees are messing with my dreams, they are flying high in the sky looking for honey to start the final leg of the journey. You have got to prepare for them down there because there is multitude of them up here, you cannot contain the army of bee, so get ready before the siege; I have an appetite as big as the sun and destiny is on the run.