A Sphinx
Close-mouthed
you sat five thousand years
and never let out a whisper
Processions came by,
marchers,
asking questions
you answered with gray eyes
never blinking,
shut lips never talking
Not one croak of anything
you know
has come
from your cat crouch of ages
I am one of those who know all you know
and I keep my questions:
I know the answers you hold.