Come Find Me!

I wish I were

Up high in the trees

Where I could see the lives

Of loved ones and animals

Where I am protected

Hidden and smelly

Safe and soiled

Unknown to anyone

Unknowable to all

Freshly seeing the world

Youngish and churlish

live yet brilliant

Contentedly passing time

Never to be found wanting

Never

to be found.

Again and again.

Come find me!

Septemer 1, 2017 Meldrum Poetry Workshop  
Prompt: I Wish I Was a Cowboy Again