My Word

If I had a Secret

I reckon I’d keep it...

I’d have to search out

old books on how best

to feed and to treat it...

I’d build an elaborate 

wired bird like cage to

house it, with special 

padlocks of gold, and

chains, all around it...

ornamental so that

if anyone found it

there’d be no doubt

it was a thing on the

brink of extinction...

and they’d just have-to

have-to have it...

just because of how 

it’d sparkles so from 

without and within...

I guess I’d do well

to grow a maze 

to surround it...

like nerves and 

veins or sinews...

sure to baffle and 

confuse any idiot

foolish enough to

intrude upon it and 

as an alarm, so I would

feel it I’d grow some

barbarous hedges...

to catch and tear what

ever predator would 

dare venture near...

For myself I’d need

to then make a map...

and key to decode

what it was about...

cause in vain memory

shrouded remembrance

of its preciousness 

might become clouded...

Of course not to be

cruel I’d let out the 

poor dude to ramble

about once in a while...

in this well penned yard

as an extension of its

cage to stretch itself

and enjoy our days....

I’m not a jailer or reaper

of what I’ve chanced

to find just an old-fashioned

word keeper...

#Week LXXXIX #ProseChallenge #Secret