Three times the circling crows
three notes like fleshed blows:
“What more to see?”
all upon the roost but he,
one foot to grave, yet wings to spread:
“Nothing more, and no thing to dread.”
Truth, like milk, arrives in the dark
But even so, wise dogs don’t bark.
Only mongrels make it hard
For the milkman to come up the yard.
~Christopher Morley, Dogs Don’t Bark at the Milkman
American journalist & writer Christopher Morley with American publisher & writer Mitchell Kennerley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Quite the rest for me
Put far from mine own hand
A tourist in a foreign land.
May invoke a wait;
Still, not quite the range
Or any real sense of change.
Quite the instance;
Do what you will
Any need fulfill.
Is quite random
But worry, worry
Leaves the future quite so blurry.
coalesce in heavy hearts–
do I sink or swim?