Laying In A Mystery Poem by James McLain

Angel of white..black..good..or..bad..
To stand..still..while the snake..with his..
Wings glides up and..into your eye..
The little white mouse..alone..cuped in silk..
See how it runs..all around..the moon insane..
It's always missing the cheese..when..it's..
Hidden strictly..in secret..do you call out..
When only some tail..is left exposed..to freeze..
The monkey needs to breath..it sneezes....then..
Runs..up and..down the pole..chained at the neck..
Then..there are those that walk on water...they
Eat food..that's never bottled..they have..us.. think..
I have a clam under water..it eats all my pearls..
Then lends your..feet..miles and miles of sand..