I Must Be Mad

I must be mad...I wonder if ants get tired as the weight of a crumb bears down upon them... for survival. I wonder if dogs think...I wonder if houses weary of their occupants. I must be mad...I wonder if houses weary of their occupants. I must be mad...I wonder if trees yearn to move - or do they never long to stretch their roots... See a city. I think too much - abstract thought that gives life to a rock. A flower is more than an ornament to a vase... Perhaps I think of ants and trees and dogs because they are so quiet. A tree never kills... The ant carries a crumb never complaining. Yes, I must be mad. Patricia Langston-Moran