A New Fable for the Dinner Table (stream of consciousness writing 13)

If I keep taking your advice:
Breath in through the nose
And slowly out the mouth
I might cross my eyes,
And tuck myself down
Beneath the shade
Of the sickening willow
And sleep until you pass
Me by or gently wake me
With a soft shake
Of my body weight
Whichever is fine
As long as you dont
Let me eat
From the table
At the winners circle
With dirty, soiled hands

If the rabbit had not been late
And I had not stopped
To admire the surroundings
We both might have
Struck through the next items
On our to do lists
But that is how things go
When you live low to the ground
The first nice breeze to come
Makes you question
The comfortable hole
You dug for yourself
Where you now live
With the depression
Of the Weeping Willow above
Slowly growing
And becoming
The roof over
Where you lay
Your head.