The mind just woke up after a nap,
Snarl-yawned and sat on a bale,
Composed like a cat with its tail
Close-drawn, furled to its left lap,
Easy, casual, overlooking sight,
Nothing specific to ruminate or toss
There was nothing for gain or loss,
In the fresh gentle wind and broad light.
From a remote latent, dumping recess,
Crawled out a scorpion - thought ready,
Posing a like a six -pack builder, to sting steady,
And prevail over the failures of Life- access;
Anon, the mind brought down its thumping paw
On the vying intruder and fed the prey bird
Chirping: "leave it for me and stay undeterred"
Zeal renewed, the former sat easing the awe.
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