Good Mornin'
Worms under velvet earth squirm
A dog pleads, dragging at the door
Beetles hike up blades of grass
Sunlight slowly streams across the pale sky
A dog startles the beetles
Birds kick and scratch in midair
Sunlight peers on through branches stretched across the sky
Hares hop and pause
Birds sing a theme, leaping on air
Jogging below, a silver-haired dame
Hares hop and chew and pause
Wind whistles out its name
Right, left, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, a silver-haired dame
The jowls of a fox reach out
A breeze catching its name
The dead eyes, glossy and thick
Stretched across the pavement, a fox reaching out
Pink, red, white smeared
The dead eyes see all
Birds circling above Death’s crib
With a lullaby wrenched
From the silver-haired dame