Oh, to Taste the Tippy Top
I work hard
to simplify, to claim one afternoon
when I might have nothing to do.
Meanwhile, a bald eagle sits high
in the tallest pine
tasting the tippy top.
He does not live there.
A white cloud whispers,
Your turn.
I work hard
to simplify, to claim one afternoon
when I might have nothing to do.
Meanwhile, a bald eagle sits high
in the tallest pine
tasting the tippy top.
He does not live there.
A white cloud whispers,
Your turn.