A Sphinx

Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never

    let out a whisper.

Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you

    answered with grey 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.