I don’t feel like a poet anymore

I am not filled with wildness and rose bushes

I am full of worries and dogs

The music plays sweet and soft

My fingers are cold from the breeze

What will today bring?

Clouds and rainy weather

cool and chilly air

and dreams of what could have been

or dreams of what could still be?

i sit here listening to the music

and my dog yawning

I should have breakfast

some healthy smoothie

or toast with cretons

the lard of my youth!

Sometime I wonder if I am a bird

I love fat so much!

a winter bird

a migrating bird

coming to the tree

near you.