A Day at the Park

There’s a sad Whippoorwill in the Hummingbird Tree

Not very dressed up with no place to be –

Even the breeze - seems a bit lack-a-daze

Without motivation to chase out the haze

I with my coffee sit close to the ground

Appearing somewhat - to be an old man –

Rhyming the words my scatter-brain found

With note pad and pen in my hand

A far stretch of grass between me and my youth

A Frisbee gets spun to the air

This sad Whippoorwill’s a bit long in the tooth

I should take a good comb to my hair

A tiny gold locket breaks free to the ground

Unnoticed it lay by the swings

Delighted in deed - the raven bird found

And carries it high on the wing

Not so far away - a stroller wheel squeaks

And lulls the small child to sleep

Annoying I find - what I’ve written down

is nothing that I plan to keep

Just at the margin - I scribble a Bee

In time I’ll forget what it meant

A day at the park - though not caffeine free

Oh where have the Hummingbirds went?

 

 

 

 

(Now that's going to fester)