the baby cries
in a handbasket
for its mother’s love.
imprisoned leaves
like chocolate drops
are those bitter pills we swallow
a most honorable thievery hollow
which broken hearts grieve
in standing reprieve
while a cat sits on
his window sill
stroked by the last honest thief
who looks out to the warming sun
planning his next
heist in a nearby city park
victimizing hapless souls
he believes
are
his
‘flies
trapped
in the
spider
web
of his own making’.
