Thursday, June 9, 2016

Sleight of Sight

Schlagfertig fellow, old sly boots
Lying on his back looking up
At the clear sky from the meadow.
What is up there that I can't see?

Nothing. Watch out. There's the lightning,
No doubt chasing boats on the lake.
It's already summer and gone.
He's strike-ready, that one. He is.

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