There are reasons for doing this,
Like a squirrel’s nest,
raised high and leafy or
a river otter
bobbing in mirth,
up and down,
begging you to join.
Or perhaps a cudgel will
level spontaneity –
ensuring stability or
perhaps weariness.
Friendship deemed
good advice onto a
timid brain – don’t
let anyone steal your joy.
When the cudgel comes,
duck, and dance, dance
away from it.
For they will, you know,
steal your joy, sour
your grapes, kill the
very essence of you.
Don’t let it happen!
Dance anyways!
Bobble up and down
the way an otter expresses
happiness,
gather your nuts and store them
but bobble, laugh, and
keep your joy!
Come on now, bobble with me!
and let’s dance like the
hawks we truly are!
Anne's mediocre poetry 