A tic on a wild deer
attached – hanging on
for life

One wrong leap
or faulty jump
and off I would come

A lone leaf hanging tightly
onto the mother branch –
long after the Autumn fall

A strong north breeze
or gust of wintry wind
and it’s to the ground I would go

The third smaller wheel
in a cog wound tight –
hidden just out of site

Should the bigger cogs clog
or stop working at all
no use would this third clog have

The plus one plus one more –
an invisible ghost in the night
and day

Should daylight reveal
the ghost is really a girl
a real ghost I’d surely become