I wrote this poem a month ago. It has no title.

We see through you.

We know that the zebras

Lined up in the carport

Are a sign of mental distress.

And the bears lined up in front of the door

Were over the top.

I was relieved when I was able

To open the door

Without knocking over

The hard plastic multicolored ursine

That looked like candy.

We left them in a pile

At the end of the couch

Near the front door

After bringing them in.

Too mentally and spiritually

Exhausted

To do much else with them.