I heard the falling hooves
Of gazelles upon the hillside
Yet the temple bell
Remained still and quiet
How the spirit starts to tremble
When it can reach no higher
Then silence becomes a cave
Into which such loneliness retires
Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...
Up until now I had only
Been dimly aware of the lawn's
Interest in communicating with me
As sporadically displayed by
The mysterious calligraphy
The moles scratched out
As they dug their summer burrows
But now it appears the lawn
Has opened a second seasonal
Channel which consists of these
Barn hex or crop circle patterns
That have recently begun
Popping up in the snow and
To be absolutely honest about it
I have no idea what they
Could possibly mean
I swear on the entire stack of poems
I shall ever write
Tonight while walking my dog
I beheld a most miraculous sight
Some might say the Star of Bethlehem
But no less spectacular I say