"We Still Don't"

there are some things
writers don't live long enough
or like to write about
all kinds of things
why birds don't have arms
why raccoons can't leave
well enough alone
why only the fittest survive
why cats always get
what they want
why we are in such a hurry
asking bright questions
finding dim answers
life is like a movie
holding the final frame
my digestion is slow to flow
when mulling over certain things
a mulching mind works slowly
protecting nurturing saving
some things hit close to home
like twigs and leaves
tapping on the roof
turned loose by the wind
as a storm approaches
years ago we didn't know
when a storm was coming
we still don't