taking it easy
In a valley where people gawk.
Dogs don’t do small talk.
Hawks fly to the maths of Bach.
Grey herons can’t be mocked.
Crows circle and congregate
Loop de loop and tailgate
Times it’s hard to endure the wait
For zero time on your circle of fate.
All the guns ready and cocked
Redemption, an orphan
A` la Alfred Hitchcock.
On a hill through a narrow slit in a wall
Bullets shoot out, shooters call.
Target practice, shot after shot.
Sail over a road with ne’re a thought
End on a hill in targets’ bulls eyes
Just like it’s been taught.
Down below the targets a leisure bench
Passed by walkers and bike riders
With hands that clench
On the way to revenge.
On a day in Mother may I
“Skip to my Lou, oh do oh do”.
A man on that bench taking his ease
Bullets flying over his head oh pretty please
Sucks a cigarette circuits a dream
Of fingers pulling a trigger scheme
Then moves his hand to a can of beer
That he sucks in oh darling you are so near,
“Skip to my Lou, oh do oh do”.
There are none but you and you.
In this valley there are turtle doves
And hand in hand walkers in love
And walkers who duck when hearing a shot
And a figure taking it easy who does not.