What say you (of progeny)

What say you
Of the musical chairs moment
When the music stops
And the mad scramble
For seating ensues
One less seat
Each
Turn

What say you of the occassional
Stomach wrenching hormonal surge
Declaring interest
In other
The unmistakable drop
Of the coin like kinetics
The unused sloughed
Fit for a slop bucket
For one who hasn't yet turned to 'sow'.

I'd like to take the flowers
And delicately
Be the bee
The curious and keen
And multitasking

And autumn comes, surely
The fruits ripen
The long languishing summer flowers wane
And seed

Preparations for an even
Better yield
Never cease

What say you?

I can't see the chairs now
Or hear the music
And my progeny are tucked up
In their packets, sacks, boxes
And underground
Quietly storing code, dance, semantics

We wait for spring