Little is known about Thomas Reynolds, except that he is a writer and poet who hails from somewhere in the Deep South.

He's thought to be a hobo drifter.

What Does My Little Eye Spy?

What does my little eye spy?

The flicker of the Serpent’s tongue?

Mosquitoes fluttering near the lake?

A Hum?

A Buzz?

It is the sizzle of the night

 

Tales as old as Antiquity

Hush little baby don’t you cry

By why would you want a mocking bird?

Peace on earth is the battle cry

 

Sultan’s wings appear in the night

Cold, crisp and chilled

Stealers of desire

A plant in the sunshine

You wait with mock yearning

 

Fiddle me tender and fiddle me care

Lost somewhere in the cold midnight air

Rapture in a state of fire

Pulled neatly in the reign

A cold puff of madness feels the air

 

Alone upon a midnight clear