Poem: "The Life of the Careless"

05/02/09

The Life of the Careless

Walking down the path

To the lake

Where moonlit water

Will be met

Where a light breeze

Will slowly blow

Where a hush exists

I only bet

Slowly circle

The waterlogged

Seeing shadows

Among the pine

Seeing creatures

Of the night

Seeing not much

After nine

A noise disturbs

The quietness

Look to see

Where it’s from

Look to the left

Only a leaf

Look to the right

You feel numb
A hefty strange

Lurks within

Doing as it

Does

Doing what it

Likes to do

Doing it

Because
Run like hell

The other way

No meeting such

A scare

No knowing of

The happening

No feeling

Any care