Peanuts, please

Prince Nelson waits
staring
atop his level throne
working his
wondering ways.

Mental telepathy,
master
of the glassy glance ,
imploring, commanding
his biding ,
his cravings to allay.


For the Record,
This day came in slightly overcast, I'm off to painting soon. I spied my first sight of our resident red squirrel, winter is on it's way.

Thoughts for Staten Island NY and all left adrift , awash, and in dismay in Sandy's path, please.