now in this age,
we’re not rats in a race,
but chickens in a cage –
the reality to face
day by day by day.

so life is brisk,
and sounded by tick,
but counted by risk –
the path to pick
way by way by way.

This pillow with a heartbeat,
even produces his own heat;
though everything he does eat
with a preference for meat,
yet is kind and sweet.

This rug with head and tail,
tethered like in a jail;
his escape is without fail
making the heart to sail,
setting his own trail.

My eyes are clouded by tears,
my senses dormant & dull.
Defeated by loss & fears,
my hopes are nill & null.

But wheels turn, spring approaches, new life to burn…

Do the birds and bees
polinate plants and trees
only out of duty?

Or do they enjoy,
like a child with toy,
all their employ?

Be ready
to Be
Surprised

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Open eyes,
Open ears,
Open mind,
Open heart!