Drift along

Hear the gravel crackle

Butterflies

Shades of the eternal dancer

God has buttered the land with sunlight

Sunlight



Corn grows high

Like a tall watusi

Katydid

Hums a monotonous tune

Rather hypnotically

Hmmmmmm

Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves

Singing like me

What a clever bird

Even knows the words

But he doesn't seem to see

Me

Making my great escape



You can just take so much of your own advice

Who needs a king

Sitting in a tree

So loquaciously

Pigeonholing everything

Pigeons have a way of taking wing



Back again

Purple thistles bristle

All around

Bane of the Eternal Dancer

Hmmmmmm



Home is just around the bend...

The end