Sometimes I think I’ve lost
My senses,
What are they? You may ask.
To be perfectly (and I’m
Always perfect) as is required of me,
I honestly (and honesty is
required also) I really do not know,
But I do know that they are
Colored fuchsia, they seem to
Glow,
And I know I lost them in Kentucky
With the cawing of a crow (or maybe
He was a blackbird) Are they the same?
Do you know?
I’m not certain; but when a cat
Came near him, away he quickly flew
And with him, too my senses
So I can’t show them to you.
I touched the cat and felt
Its softness so I found
My sense of touch but I’m not
Talking about physical senses,
But thoughts and mood and
Inner vision, the crow took
Those away and I’ve been
Unable to find them, up to
This very day.
Maybe I don’t need them,
But I really think I do.
And if I don’t at the very least
I want them back.
And at the very most,
I mourn for them, like a lost coat;
I can buy a new one
but I want my old one.
I want to be; just Me, my senses
are the only things I own.
Where IS that crow?