First Bite

The evening is a mouse,

Nibbling the day away

And I'm still on my first bite.

Prepared tomorrow

May have to wait—I still

Have a few mouthfuls

of yesterday that I

Haven't quite finished.

There's a lot on my plate,

But at the same time

It's empty.

It depends on how I

Want to see it;

If I'm willing to nibble,

Or devour.