[SAMWolf]

Grief is a Mouse



Grief is a Mouse --
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His Shy House --
And baffles quest --

Grief is a Thief -- quick startled --
Pricks His Ear -- report to hear
Of that Vast Dark --
That swept His Being -- back --

Grief is a Juggler -- boldest at the Play --
Lest if He flinch -- the eye that way
Pounce on His Bruises -- One -- say -- or Three --
Grief is a Gourmand -- spare His luxury --

Best Grief is Tongueless -- before He'll tell --
Burn Him in the Public Square --
His Ashes -- will
Possibly -- if they refuse -- How then know --
Since a Rack couldn't coax a syllable -- now.

Emily Dickinson

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!!

Well, now "Grief is a Mouse" is really a strange poem. Thought provoking surely.

Listening to the tunes and having a coffee. Thanks much Sam.

Weather is sunny for now, pretty morning.