Attic

And in the almost
One and three step
Not two plus two
I confide that like a shoe
I once lost something
Very special to me
Isn’t it amazing!?
And I still haven’t
Found a way
To bring it home

It makes my feet
Like the feet of an antelope
Enables me to tread on trees
Like a goat directing music
In the breeze
On my stringed instruments
Strummed ever so softly
Once upon a bearded string

Perhaps I pull the ceiling down
She said check the hidden ladder
To solve the matter
I have one final place to seek
I’ll take the stairs
And sleep the night
Up in the attic

© GÄ