There is a leaf on a tree

There is a leaf on a tree

That looks like a Bat

Waving at me

With a stubby finger

Not that they have fingers

It is a leaf after all.

But it does illustrate

How much communication

Is visual

The stimulation

Of the imagination

The unconscious process

Of body language

Words can be redundant

Cleverly manipulated

So can a ‘tell’

What chance do we have

Against a true deceiver

It makes for good poker players

And master spies

James Bond was a believer

Although he was not a real person

An imaginary friend

A foe-ho-seven

With a penchant for fast cars

The term ‘loose women’

Is anathema

But in Fleming’s day

He got away with murder

And not just literally.

Speaking of which

Whatever their value

The world would be poorer

Without wordplay

And a good word to say

About Perception.

Without it

We would take everything

At face value

And where would be

The fun in that?