Loon calls drawing close.
An animal mind in the midst of an ambush.
A made-up word for sure, but who can tell?
Where the made-up words end,
And where begins the spell?

The animal noise is another,
Word for God.
Coming from the merry-go-round
And flowing through the world we see,
And behind it, what is unseen?


Andrew Borne is 2 Cups Poet 1 teaspoon Musician 1/4 teaspoon Salt 1/2 cup Absurdity 3/4 cup Chef 1 egg, beaten 2 1/3 cups Family Man. Mixed together and served raw. His column appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.