The Feed Stock

We retreat gliding down the creak

in what appears an old half acorn

cracked and overturned

on our backs

gazing Swallow

at the upstream

sky and clouds

silently moving

dry

Immanuel was a professor

maybe that is why books note

even now, those who can, do

and those who Kant, teach

but no, really

that man had a little window

in a small apartment

all the world he'd

ever need

or see

to

Twisting the neck

there's a Jackdaw Kafka

black and yellow, recalling

Franz was a teller

in more ways

than one

living in the future

low to the ground

reading

signs

of nature

where many more

lie in shadow

for the inevitable

feast and famine

2024 SEP 24