A Moment to Cherish
with harlequin hat,
Sweet sounds of the forest I hear...
as I move with continuous motion,
green trousers he wore...
below patchwork jacket,
with penny whistle he magically performed
reminiscence of times past,
I kneel before him...
put coins in his hat,
"thankyou," he then said from beneath his beard,
"the money's for my old black cat..."
given choice I would remain...
eyes fixed observation clear,
but sadly I must take my leave
for there are timely matters to attend.