 What Makes Me Tick I cannot tell what I see when I look into the mirror, panes, reflective glass, through the sliding back door, falling snow, ice, rain, the unmeasured ahead a bird or many squirrels climbing trees, or even my equals starring at me... Even the colours changing constantly on TV, there is no plot for me to see... Humans I evaluate, some are family, but others who treat me properly, I will accept, instinctively I will blend with them, seems my senses agree. I know not time, age is not burdensome, years obviously have no fears, pain can be brutal, sudden sounds, day, twilight, darkness are my venues, accept I have my territorial limits, I will not stray from home I love life naturally. 7th January, 2008 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
