What do you do?

A toad, on my back, sits in silence,

A mouse, in my mind, thinks of work,

A rabbit, on my feet, snuggles down for now,

And all three know their place,

As I know mine.

A chain, placed around, as I sit quietly,

A cage, placed above, waits there for me,

A watchman, knows his mark, as I wait,

Expectantly,

And all three know their place,

As I know mine.

A question, sits poised, in the air

A look, suggests answer, in the breath,

A smile, welcomes comfort, just now,

And all three know their place,

As I know mine.

I answer politely,

I passively shrug,

I explain, I concede,

I nod, I judge,

I sympathise and tilt,

My head to the side,

Wasn’t my first choice;

Surprise, surprise,

So, when responding,

To the question

‘What do you do?’

I think.

When all is done,

When the bells have rung.

When the sermon’s delivered.

What have I done.