Signaling In Metaphor
I’ve seen it out of the comer of my eye;
It had no legs and looked to be shinny;
The last time I saw it was on the patio looking like a scrub jay;
I remember a silver napkin ring disappeared that day.
What is it?
Today it looked like a reptile;
Before it looked like a foul;
And Here come’s pretty blue eyes;
Right behind it all as usual;
What’s going on here anyway?
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
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