" MOTHER NATURE'S BOUDOIR "

Her meow, is but a purr
Her nape, is a kind of Liberace fur
She has a cat-like faculty for seeing in the dark
And when she sets her sights on you
There is little left to consume or use
For she is the gale force wind
Behind the terror in her thunder
And when she crosses the street to greet
The undercurrent of fear to face her
She simply removes her make-up
And introduces herself as "Mother Nature"....

Her father was a God of war
Her Uncle, pure chaos
And when you notice the resemblance
In the design of her family's lineage
It's not the will of Mother Nature
You ultimately have to deal with
It's in the Grand Design of life
Where her secret lies
It's in the gentle beauty of her
The spectacular sun and morning moon
That you come to realize
The Universe is her boudoir
The unknown her wily wisdom
The key to learning of Mother Nature
Is as simple as her kiss
The raw and ancient power
Lurks, in her randomness....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)