169 - The cat hides in the long grass, eyes ablaze

The cat hides in the long grass, eyes ablaze;
The mattress and the car bounce merrily;
The babbling rivulet that never stays
But bubbles into bottles just for me.
All signs of life’s return and hopefully
Of brighter warmer days now in prospect,
Although there’s still a cost; so tenderly
Shooting up above all that winter wrecked,
A numbed imagination; in effect,
A sensual overdose, head in a daze
With coloured petals and lush greenery
With which the harlot world’s so finely decked,
And for which it invariably pays
When all is spent of its green currency.
Tue 20 Feb 2007