and they want to drill an eighth
so they can rummage around in my attic
and push all the cobwebs away.
Why must winter come so soon
when I have just begun
to enjoy the autumn's
gold, brown, and red in my stead.
I have seven holes in my head
and right now they are drilling an eighth
If I'm lucky they won't need a ninth one
If I'm not, they will do one other on another.