Friday, July 18, 2014

peace and quiet? (goodbye, gizzard)

funny how we grow accustomed to things,
or don't,
to the sights and sounds and smells of everyday,
funny what we cling to, what we notice,
or don't,
the meanings, the joys, the sorrows we assign this or that,
funny what we accept, what we cherish,
or don't,
the thoughts and feelings we experience,
funny what we'll do for love,
or won't

no cock's crow this morning,
and i wonder,
in the morning's silence,
if his hens miss him too