My famished soul, where are you,
What transformed us into
Creatures–could it be we live with
The scorpions? All I have is the sting
In my tail. Otherwise, I associate with
Most anybody who is friendly to me.
Tag: friendly
Goodbye
Outdoors, a breeze makes
All the flowers look friendly.
White butterflies in a field
Are the tattered handkerchiefs
Of those who did not finish
Saying goodbye.
The Peacock
Out of nowhere a beautiful
Peacock showed up in our
Quiet little neighborhood.
It struts around with its
Rainbow of feathers all
Spread out. It has this call
That sounds like someone’s
Being murdered. It won’t
Let anybody near–it might
Chase them anyway.
Wordman of Alcatraz 