Old Hat Rabbit Tricks Dog New

The Sonnet of Fading Friendship

Tea leaves are worn as a shifting mask,
Truth lingers beneath our social mores.
Disciplines unruly task
Diplomacy's unending chore

That stability should silently ask
Civilities grip, utmost, endures.
When our culture mirrors the Pyrenees' basque
Patience hand is all that cures.

The bull it stomps and billows smoke
It kicks up dust and draws its line
Mistaken for its confidence

Against its lingering pains did poke
Like a gaping wound to meet the brine
Charges headlong against insignificance