Scale of One to Ten

A deer crosses the street. Headlights freeze in 
their tracks as though they can slow the metal
behind them. You and I watch as we walk. 
I speak only in whispers because the
flowers look like ears, like open channels.
You ask, how happy are you on a scale
of one to ten, with ten being happy? 
I am quick to point out that a certain
cloud looks like a scorpion. You say you
can see it, all those puffy legs scuttling
as if they mean to move without the wind. 

Reviews

[koty bell]

Very deep..yet simple great write:)