How many times have I walked out on you?

How many times have I seen you blue?

What feat of evolution

makes them hold tightly so?

Unyielding leaves,

shielding sheaves,

loathe of letting go.

The wing wouldn’t work,

couldn’t fly anymore.

Something old,

something New, 

something borrowed, 

something blue.  

Knock! Knock!  What’s in stock?

Herd’em in and shear the flock.  

Everyone knits, so don’t act shocked.  

Over, under, tick then tock.

Waiting to have enough time,

is a losing battle. 

Complacency the war,

when following the cattle. 

Dodging drops until it pops,

they try to beat it down.