Questions warrant answers But so many seem to be For me Directed in my general direction Just for my attention To be given over To a prying pair of eyes So languid in its little mind But then in kind I find an offer For my curtest of reply Albeit with an edge Of temperamental Sharpening responses wry I can't deny the food They share With me Without a reason why- Just some extra questions I'm more willing to oblige For with my hunger satiated My impatience can resign