Just the Poem You’ve Been Waiting For

The light is good but the air is cold.
Do hillside cattle ever get bored?
If the next line promises a crime

Of raw passion, will you keep reading?
How about a promise of wisdom?
A sexy, flattering line that rhymes?

This is the game everyone’s playing—
Some dully, some brilliantly, some scared,
Some desperate just to keep living—

Can I get what I want from people
Without surrendering what I want
Or I desperately need to keep?

This is the game everyone’s playing,
Except maybe when alone and bored
As the cattle standing on the hill,

Who played when they were calves, but not games.
Be glad next time you’re alone and bored,
If the light’s good and you’re not too chilled.