Reach up and claw for mischief
Preach at the sun while it relays
with each mention.
Seek solace in quieted, muted hot
Peek rudely through wood and
say your sweet graces.
We’re cavalier, dear and we do as
We’re hedonists, darling, did
you hurt your knees?
Though we wheeze with the wind
that is chocked full of dust,
grow up for the greater, reach higher,
We are crisp from the heat, though
she is nervous of me, pecking
there’s a break to the day,
where’s the time gone, to play?