Savannah

By: A.C. Cash

Scatterbrain

Must be insane

Speaking to me at dawn

High alert

So much for sleep

Counting sheep

Is for the birds

Usually

A flock of geese

Are asking questions

Themes

No release

For the big reveal

The end

Or beginning

As destiny would have it

Nothing is owed to you

From the pockets of my jeans

Nor my reckless heart

Must be

The season of the bitch