I walk the sky with the swallow, the vulture, the eagle Gaining altitude on each escapade, Losing dignity to the wind of time and age; News permeates rock crevices And there I stand, Knocking on rocky doors, Ready to turn wormy crawly, If only audience can be sieved into my lap, Attention capped on a head bowed low. Beneath the celestial ball, A corpse lay buried, And the vulture smells it out, Her sensitive nostril dancing to the music of deadness; I brace windstorms carrying the force of eternity, Turn into pathfinder python to forge a trail, Careless of the monkeys’ mocking from tree branches, Attentive only to oceans rising and falling in the inner recesses. News was seen on high ground, And I grab my climbing gear, The tortoise’s mate has climbed a tree, Dragging along only progeny, And tortoise has lost his only choice. News stepped onto the internet, And a ladder crashed into glass walls, Squeezing the collapsible bottle To render drops of access To the one sought after; The hold-back glue draws in anger, But success evades every grasp. News collects into congregation one, Sneaks into congregation two, And I take a first ride there, Peeping, straining forward. News has birthed cyber worlds, To generate income atop mountains, To showcase the multiplier within living contraptions, And to that venue I move in search of the one. Yet the dog runs after the cheetah And Mr. tortoise takes a walk with miss squirrel. The search embraces futility, Lending a hand to tiredness, Unnoticed, ignored, rejected, Until the hand reaches out to collect the final quitting card.