dead rat

Thrilling really
How willingly we comply
How we’ll watch the time unravel
From the ball we used to hold

Simple surely
How our senses dull their edges
Worn smooth and imbecile
Through overuse and over-wrought

Stange sometimes
How light can play on windows
How shafts appear through clouds
The world dances (be)for us

Silly still
How we smile and then forget
Feel and then forget
Sigh and dry the tears

Funny though
What makes it through the winter
What carries through the dark
What lands upon our doorstep

Sitting silent
It waits until we’re ready
It sees but only listens
Its judgement not for us

So why
Do we let it go all mouldy
Do we leave it in the rain
Do we pass it by each morning

Who knows
But still the strings unfurling
Our planet still is turning
We turn towards the sun