Na, I must be seeing things,
I mean come on now,
How could this be?
The food is free,
And there is plenty of,
Yet here they are,
Fighting in the tree,
Both my favourite little ones,
Peg and Angelface,
Chasing each other,
Admonishment not bothers,
Is it in the food I wonder?
It can’t be me,
The guy from down here yonder,
I closed my hand and looked at them,
You are making me sad I said,
You’re are getting to be like us,
Greed is too, our cuss,
Booth had plenty just before,
And they surely know,
There’s plenty of, always more,
Either angry or ashamed,
They flew off yonder,
I called them once or twice again,
But now they held me in disdain,
A bit colder now the chill,
I travelled homeward,
Strange thoughts my heart did fill.©06/12/2009
Georg
John