false modesty routine on safari for a poem at the old chateau

interim moods
frosty midnight
budgies chattering
dogs asnooze
parrot roosting in the curtains
i want a poem
something unique
the odds aren't good
for what i seek
but what have i got to lose
shut your beak
greeny if i was alfred lord tennyson
maybe i'd worry
that these words are silly
i mean coming out with this
after inversnaid
enough said
there's no hurry
wonder can surprise
melodies may comport profundity
beyond consciousness
to the soul not the eyes
mystique sometimes shows up
where least expected
right now
if eternity touched this page
frankly
i'd be amazed