Lurking in the background.
You never say your name.
Watching what goes on around.
I wonder what’s your game.
Anonymous, the way you sign,
While never telling more.
I wonder why you’re hiding
while you stealthily explore.
Do you look for hidden secrets?
Do you wonder what’s within?
Occasionally you post a note
And slip to the shadow again.
Anonymous, you hide your face,
you peek at passersby.
Your stance is so mysterious;
you hide from peering eye.
But I’m not fooled by subterfuge,
I know the game you play,
And it’s OK to play that game.
I know you anyway!
You never say your name.
Watching what goes on around.
I wonder what’s your game.
Anonymous, the way you sign,While never telling more.
I wonder why you’re hiding
while you stealthily explore.
Do you look for hidden secrets?
Do you wonder what’s within?
Occasionally you post a note
And slip to the shadow again.
Anonymous, you hide your face,
you peek at passersby.
Your stance is so mysterious;
you hide from peering eye.
But I’m not fooled by subterfuge,
I know the game you play,
And it’s OK to play that game.
I know you anyway!
I like your blog, and your photos of trees. I came to love dogwoods when I lived in Missouri.
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Pretty poem! Goes with pretty pictures. A nice start to my day
ReplyDeleteI like that poem. And that's a cool picture.
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone. It was fun, and I'm glad you are enjoying my stuff.
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ReplyDeleteNot annonymous - just unseen.
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