berries like cherries

berries,
like cherries,
leaves like
cocoons.
do you howl
like a wolf
when you look
at the moon.

birdie in the snow

do you ever feel like
a little birdie,
alone in the snow.
blankness and
empty,
wherever you
want to go
at times this
we felt.
then the snow
starts to
melt.

harder to find

cold for us out here
looking for food,
but i do not mind.
a great friend
like you
is even harder
to find.
whatever the weather,
we are together.

often

we are often told
of that which makes
us,
but seldom prepared
for that which
breaks
us.

the whirled

the world it spins.
the world it roars.
the world excites
then sometimes
bores,
the word
entices
then sends
away
the world that
is
a
state of
play.

goats

goats love to laugh
the world has a
funny smell.
but what they are
laughing at,
exactly...
they will never tell.

in afterthought

in afterthought
before another
afterthought

begins.
waiting for the
ship that sails
the ocean
of
chagrin.