Ode to a High Road House
You are the lion
And I, the mouse
Back and forth I scurry
In constant hurry, as the clientele flurries

I change my hair for you
I worry about what to wear for you
It's for my success that I care for you


Ode to a mouse
I saw her in the High Road House
Skurtling across the the busy floor
She treats haste as a virtue, what for?
I understand the need to succeed
Appreciation is all she asks for
Tranquility is all that she needs

The world crouching at her feet
As a dog awaiting a treat
Patience
Patience, my friend,
Sit still for a while
And let the world revolve around you.