The Mayfair gathering outside

Blossoming rose rises in the air

Growing out of the cool ground

Of the garden

The cat’s squirrel won’t be caught today

Too busy chasing its tail

‘round the sitting room floor –

I venture out for a quick smoke,

And notice the glow of lights

Witness the question of ‘what?’

A sickness? An end?

It’s strange how my life’s just begun

So young, so old

I hope, I wonder, I wish them well…

I flick the end into the air,

And it rests on the cool ground

It bounces away its last life –

Walking back inside

I whistle away a wistful time

For senior citizens and squirrels