Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The bird chatters through the window
Saying the billy goat is by the bridge
Waiting to talk to a wild sow.
A game of telephone will captivate
The imaginations of wild things
Especially when it’s the season to mate.
And Yogi Bear opens his basket
And produces a method to create a racket.
The dream will seem like everything
Until in life we cross it.

No comments:

Post a Comment