Senility
An ability
Facing incredulity

I dine
Cuisine
Green

Guiltless
Unless
I confess

The past
Can’t last
As repast

Mozart rings
A bird flings
A challenge
That stings
Beating wings

And rearrange
How strange
The bird sings
Over the derange
Of an orange

So the suite
Ends so neat
With Prokofiev
Sitting to eat
Chicken feet

Before beauty
And we are expected
To understand
What follows

Is it titillation
Or longing
For a space
Erased

Then replaced
By a grind
Made smooth
By the luck of time

Ending like yeah
Most experience
Painful or less
Following beauty

The catbirds
Are brave
The cats’ words
They often stave

The robins
Are scarce
In leafy winds
Sparse

But ants
By June are slow
Bird rants
Sweep bellow

They feed so well
Even an antsy cat
Can tell 
To leave it at that

Feeding a fox
Cream cheese lox
I'm out of the box


Vegan
Savage
Oh so human


The deer
Only appear near
As nights disappear


Where's the skunk
Made the greyhound
Drop stunk kerplunk

Wrens
Can nest
Above the rest


A farthing
Is a joke
Wrens can sing


Wren
You are ready
Meet the hen

I newly say 
Goodbye
Classics say so why

Some bot
Digitized me
Thanks alot

Codas
Are enigmas
That never vary