Now
what is this gossam winged thought
That tickles in mind's secret corners
That stops my tongue in cheeked reply
As hesitation wonders why
I'm haunted by the quest of why
Since e'er I learnt to spell
The ruminations of four muses bent
On leading me awry
And yet the laughter of their way
Convinces me to stay
In blissful dissarray
What was I trying to say?
The leaning warmth of a four legged friend
Blowing softly into cold Spring breeze
Makes present tense a way of life
As toes curl in well tanned leather
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008
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