Layered
Jan 18, 2017 · 1 min read
I have a hen house; it has layers.
My hens and rooster are all stayers.
My farmyard paths are all well-laid,
to make the rooster unafraid.
At home, I lie where I’ve laid my head
each night, for years, on a king-sized bed.
I’ve even lain there in the day
where my sweet Mary also lay.
We laid her out when she passed on.
I lie alone now she has gone.
I never lie about the house,
which was the pride of my dear spouse.
This multi-layered English tongue
catches many — a trap well-sprung.
