MAURICE
A bit stiff was Maurice
From standing still a way too long
Most thought him quiet
With a stony stare
But they had him figured wrong
Shy was he around all others
Never uttered a single phrase
But the cows will tell you
He comes alive
When the sun sets ending day
First a chuckle
A rumble or two
Then his eye would open slowly
His lips would part
And his song begin
With a bass voice oh so lowly
He sang of tales the land had seen
Of floods and snow and fire
And of a love who’d crumbled away
The one he still desired
She left him there alone to stand
Her memories scattered round
He sang his songs
As rumbles echoed
And the stars above shone down
Oh, the winds may blow
And the coyotes howl
The moon will wax and wane
But through it all
Maurice stands still
Sunrise is his bane
So, look inside your own facade
What hidden being hides
Waiting for the moment right
To dance and sing outside