On the Crest of the Hill



When we got to the top

I looked around at you

You were straddling behind

And not giving me any mind



For I called at you quite loud to come

I think you're trying to give me some

- Piece of your mind, as when you dally

It often says something else, for you rally



When I feed you well, and come abounding

But lately, there is something else sounding

- Out a call for help, for you think I'm neglecting

But it just isn't so - there's something else perplexing

 

Please talk to me and let me know what it is you want

For I stand on the crest of the hill, and look askance

At the animal who's been my best friend now for years

And only now ... you have me worried so - I'm in tears



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

12:05pm Wed. Feb. 4th, 98



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