Mut's Requiem

She took one look at him and said

Better luck next time, son.

A bright blue bouncy ball

Won't cover that loss.

Winter's coming on fast, fast

Better plant a rosebush before it's too late.

I think they deserve some credit.

Not every truth recommends itself.

Fewer and fewer pigeons

Visit us each year.

But walking on a railroad

Makes everything seem small.