The Organ Grinder's Monkey
By Larry L. Conners
Evening bloomed quickly, with dark arms thickly
holding me hostage to my chasing thoughts...
.
Treasures long hidden, rise unbidden
to speak of forgotten aughts and naughts...
The Organ Grinder's monkey flits, fusses, and fumes...reaching out with his tiny paw to snatch that penny, quarter, or dime
Oh waning moon...tell me your secrets, your love of the sun, your fear of the long, dark night...
Will I grasp that quarter, so firmly held..? Or shamble off without a fight..?
Fleeting pleasures, hidden treasures, all so sweetly kept...
Burning passions, passing fashions, a silent scream is wept...
The Organ Grinder's monkey flits, fusses, and fumes...reaching out his tiny paw to snatch that penny, quarter. or dime...