Needlessly Shy Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Needlessly Shy
Into the morning come
Ask not questions why
Or where it's from
It's only you there
Nothing in return
Footsteps to earn
Before you'll learn

Deserts and hills
On and on landscape
Thoughts and its quills
Vines or sour grape
What do you need?
Inside this doom
Walls you have keyed
And doggerel deplume

Needlessly high
Of feathers too fluffy
Times will say nigh
To their scruffy
But you say it’s great
Another like Dylan
Then you can hardly wait
For the next villain