Toby Tompkins – Page 5

Equinimity

I was an old horse cropping grass, glad that I’d been put out to pasture.

Chilly today. June ain’t bustin’ out over here. Maybe over there.

Humans are nothing but inefficient meat bags. We can do better.

Four creatures sitting on the porch watching the trees sway in the gentle breeze.

I once was a young whippersnapper as toned as a fiddle or flute, but the years rolled on by, and now what am I? A codger, curmudgeon, and coot.

Dreamed the song “Ash Grove”. I sang it silently and played a ghostly lute.

After a tooth was extracted, my bark became better than my bite.

Angry blind sky god bellowing giant, flinging bright bolts of fire down.

We each have a star that guides us out of darkness to serenity. But we must find it before we start to prefer living in the dark.

It’s better to be a clam when the tide is high than when it is low.