Not Always Quite

Happiness is like a potato salad – when shared with others – its a picnic.

I am not always, as silent as the night-
When sleeping snakes in the grass take flight,
And the owls in the forest come out to stare-
At the pack of wolves that howl to scare
Our mothers into tucking us to bed.

Sometimes I talk as much as I walk-
In the light of the sun having fun
With friends, exercising not our skill with the gun,
But with our open mouths as we do not balk
At speaking about our trials and tribulations.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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