Ease it out onto the balcony
with oven gloves
and face averted

Place it in the sun to recuperate
tossing back its head
smirking like an idiot

Watch it engage with the stuffy
hayfever of life and wrinkle
its nose; as though it cares

Hear the birds bark an ancient song
while it sleeps and pretends
not to listen

See the wind grope cold then hot
then cold again and it bristle;
aroused and then distant

Don’t tell a soul
of all it means
and all it sees