Thursday, June 14, 2018

95. The It

He dared to stare 
Studying it with care
What could it be
This thing he could see
Could he use it for anything
Is it a tool, a machine 
Something alive or dead
One thing or many things
Old or new
Maybe a treasure
Or one of those unknown unknowns
That unfolds
But try as he might
He just couldn't tell
Little did he know
The It had the pleasure
Of using him

The way a flower uses a bee