Saturday, May 20, 2017

Golden Eyes

The fairies of accident
Surround my misadventures
With garlands of lucky breaks,
Enough to raise suspicions
I am a fortunate fool,
But not enough for escape.
I could have been had quickly,

Been effortlessly reeled in,
No necessity to work
Me, wear me out, wear me down.
But sometimes the cat must play
With the mouse not because mice
May escape, but just to play,
Because predators need to play.

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