SUN SPOTS Feb. 15/84 Karl Rigelhof

The rabbit's on the run
A streak across the moon
Your habit's just begun
You're starting much too soon
You grab it just for fun
And laugh at the cartoons
You stab it when it's done
Then lick it off your spoon

The cat is in the bag
Locked up in the room
You pat it on the tag
Spelling out its/their doom
You sat in the jet lag
Lost among the gloom
You spat it out in a mag
The fire that will consume

The dog is on the prowl
To protect his friend the man
The fog is thick to cowl
Hide it if you can
You hog what you can't scowl
Without the goods, you ran
The cog is rather foul
When it interrupts the plan

Sun spots
Connect the dots
Hot shot
It's not
What it seems
Do you know
What it means

This is the end of the story my friend
To think this mystery has just begun
You will know the answers to the questions when
You look into the eyes of the sun