Today, I decided to walk-a-bout, Really just to hear the Mockingbird shout. All it wants to say is that “I AM HERE.” Very few ignore this bird I hold dear. Ever so often I stroll, my eyes closed, Leaving, with my imagination posed. I stand between the tree’s roots, looking UP. Note that branches are roads, celestial YUP. Going places, easy, without a doubt.
Perhaps pleasing florescent Pigeons parade Across mosaic patios to persuade Tourists to buy throwaways in the arcade — Rippling Rays within the branches leaves cascade — I made many mistakes in life, a charade; Curling around each moment, the cat stayed Inside the domestic domicile and prayed Asking the wind for a melody well played.