Kit Kelen #201 - day off (for the critics)

201

day off (for the critics)

day off

and the poem lies waiting

here are the several rhymes

fallow in a musing field

you might bar the door

poem coiled

in least expected corner

cosy

found by fire

or chopped and stacked

how when hunted

best lie low

so summer swims

now in the bones

winter bristly

clouded unkempt

still rugged

as for adventure

disaster courting

just short of

wielding

and catch unawares

poem eyes skyward

tummy for rub

through treetops

a little bird leads it away

as truth to soul

so sadly said

the poem curled

echidna ball

no wise ones

ever touch