twin tiny spotted fawns

danced across our lawn

“look!” i cried out

then they were gone

the poppies are also gone

but the yarrow still blooms

by the time next year’s fawns

will have lost their spots

i too will be gone

what is the meaning of life?

the eternal question

do not settle for the low resolution

one-bit answer for everything

everyone’s life has meaning

you have to dig for it

fight and suffer for it

sacrifice what you hold dear

open yourself



and it will find you

and wake you from your dream

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott