playing cat and mouse
you flex your retractable claws
and ponder the worth
of the catch of a day
if, regardless, your bowl is full
while I
await for my fate
await for the gavel to fall
and the flocking birds of thought
sitting on the timeline
watch
the crows pecking flesh of what yesterday
still was a viable dream
but today has become a roadkill
under the steamroll of indecisiveness
browning grass on damp fields
knows not of next spring
and the dead leaves on the ground
do not remember the lust of summertime
fool, fool is the one that cares
and fooler yet the one
who refuses to let go
life will not pause to wait
and snow
will cover it all before long