Park Bench Blues

Empty park
Pigeons chattering
What do they say?
Are they concerned it’s empty
Or do they have no care at all
Restless soul
A mouse skitters by
Running from prey to safety
Laughter in the distance
Insincere
Rustling wind through leaves
Quieting the soul
Drifting into the blues
Falling into the abyss of sleep

written 1/26/17