What lives in my beard is for me to know.
It’s nest is my comfort not a face to show.
You may judge my speech, my pants , my belt
But my thoughts are a secret wrapped in felt.
I comb it and stroke it my tension draining,
What lives in my beard is truely amazing.
I don’t pretend to understand it fully,
I know it thinks I know it’s woolly.
I know it’s happy and grown quite stout,
Since moving from a dolphins snout.
This maybe some what unsettling news,
But what lives in my beard might my muse.
A Mused by Captain Dolphineas Poppy May 15 2020