Savant Song

A pink pallid breeze,

on a clear-sunned day,

only one lone tree

petalled me away.

 

Dont ya find

time

so-enchantingly betrays:

ya?

 

Miss Pretty Polly Parrot was a-screeching
In the trees

she ‘caw, caw, caw,'

but she never-ever 

pleased.

...........

Only humans can be

pleased with themselves.

..........

me in flight

eerie is the night

cat's green eyes

shine up at me

like fire-flies

a spider's surprise -

bullets for my eyes -

 

‘my friend is in his grave,

you know',

we reap as we sow

you know.

 

I know.

◄ Space-time

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