A Whimsy On The Dark Fears:

In a land where things are mostly good,
The trees are shielding us from the wood,
Dire dangers seem to all around us lurk
Or so our minds want to work.

When you’re walking through the park,
And hear a rustling in the dark,
It’s more like to be an owl,
Than some murderer most foul.

As you stagger home a little pissed,
It’s almost surely not a terrorist,
Who is standing waiting by your car,
But a drunken friend from the bar.

When you’re driving along the coast,
It is fairly unlikely that it’s a ghost,
That approaches, flashing, from the rear,
And far more likely the gendarmes, I fear.

But if a bird craps on your head,
You’ll be lucky all day, it’s said,
Or when a shooting star is seen,
Then you’ll have what ever you dream.

And if you find a four leafed clover,
Then all your troubles will soon be over,
And what’s at that lovely rainbow’s end,
Will make you the banker’s very best friend.

In the irrational we find such oddities to treasure,
Which improve our lives well beyond measure.
But the rational world has such imagined fear,
And that, dear friends, I really find most queer. :)