A cold, cold day

A bitterly bitter wind

The inquiring look

On the face of a cat

As I stride

Downhill

Conquering the territory

Of the unconquered

Mill

The grinding mill

Covered in layers
of 100% wool
The label
on the back
says
Merino

Yet I'm chill to the bone
and my lips won't move
the words
are stuck
on my
chilly worn out
brim
you need to
read my face
my eyes
my determined gaze
I am curious
about what you gather
and I am eager
to see it reflected back
in your stance

On the edge

On a precipice

Edge of cliff

Looking down

Into the steep drop

Ocean

Vast mysterious ocean

Hiding the treasure

Which if I have to find

 I have to dive

I cannot and I must

How shall I do this

Have you done it

Once, twice, never?

Have you stood on the edge

Of a precipice

Ever?

And wondered

Where to now?

Shall i dive

Shall i hide

Shall i run

For my life

Pray tell,

Do you know?

Have you been

To the edge of the precipice

Ever?