30 January 2011

Perchance A Fable


tell it any way you wish – 
perchance a fable of a fox who
failed to comprehend a roosting
hen whose will prevailed – any
way you wish excepting that
which blinds your eyes to me

we see the same with views
reflecting modesty explaining
where we stand. I am a wiser
soul I say because you came
into my life, accepted me and
let me stay; I stand a taller
entity from what you gave

the size of wisdom thus belies
your modest deference – you
make me wise in humbleness
and I agree – together we’re
a measurement that bests the
whom we’d want to be
© 25 September 2010, I. D. Carswell