Out Of Hand
Unfit to lead – Unfit to follow
This writing thing has gotten out of hand.
There are needs that call for my attention
But I have little appetite for them.
I am distracted, otherwise engaged,
Put off the scent and led down trails
That consume me to exclusion of all else.
The fox forgotten, the scent that is in my nose
Driving me to pursue unfamiliar prey.
I break from the pack
Not following my master’s voice
Diving into bush and bracken
Answering to other instincts
Than those instilled by breeding and intent.
Definitely out of hand.
I am starting to annoy both family and friends,
Fingers constantly tapping at my tablet,
Brain engaged in things not here and now.
What to do with a hound that will not track,
One that dashes off at will
Pursuing false trails,
Leading the pack astray,
Unfit to hunt,
Determined to be different,
But put him down?
