Hail hits hardest
when not anticipated
and head is hatless

Thieves cut down the tree
that provided privacy
shelter and beauty

I sit listening
looking through the scaffolding
hearing builders' din

Over the doorways
new cameras are watching
I wave as I pass

Muddy boots again- I tell you
I will not put up with you
eternally tramping on my clean floors
I'm feeling so stressed
that I'm all of a tremble
and if it goes on indefinitely
there will be a kerfuffle

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?"

Look at her skin so pale and lovely,
Her fine gold hair in ringlets twirled,

But see - she is cycling as hard as she's able
on an exercise bike, as fast as she can,
the sweat fairly spilling
down onto the floor.

Her aim, to fit into that tiny bikini
and win the Miss Nowhere's imaginary crown.

Was it worth it? Who's telling?
and what was the score?

I sing of a black hole
an emptiness or a void
in the indescribable blaze
of a dying star
In a minute it is gone
and I have no more words
for my song