Next year

Next year
We’ll tell them all
But for now
There’s a riddle
To despise and enthral

Nuisance thinking
So hard to control
Not least restless tinkering
More threat to our ball

Go home to your bedpost
Your lamp and your wall
Switch off to the discourse
Of man’s rigmarole 

There’s more to be learnt
From the flocks and the geese
The uniformed creatures
Whose history long ceased

Wake up to the bus stop
Your coat and your hat
And challenges we’ll throw you
Till you’re old and your fat

And when they rise
And are unhappy
We’ll lay a twist
In the fall