Honey and Feathers
Snails don’t think about shells
but slugs do
Trees don’t think about height
but bushes do
Bees don’t think about honey
but wasps do
Birds don’t think about flight
but dogs do
You don’t think about sleep
but I do
Little Hole :)
When I was Small
Back when I was small I slept in teacups
Nestled next to sugar cubes with my wings tucked tight
I napped around others and whispered in silence
And I didn't think twice getting tucked in at night
Tiny Treats: Snacks and Smiles!
3 am
Sometimes ink stains my hands and wrists
deep into the night
even when my eyes get heavy
and the yawns make me blink and blink again
and even though sleeps soft fingers tug at my sleeves
and the smell of coffee floats in the air
I keep my little lights glowing
I keep making
until my eyes go all fuzzy and my hands start to flutter
Hums Along
Rabbits hop and owls fly
Monkeys climb up oh so high.
Fishies swim and babies cry.
The sun is one big watching eye.
Meadows whisper, forests sing
The clouds watch over everything.
Rook will flutter on a wing
But none escape the circling ring.
Leaves flutter and breezes play
The moon peeks out to end the day.
Light will stretch and shadows stay.
The world hums along on its way.
How people see
The world is made of sugar glass
too sweet to touch, too slow to pass
it dances in soft yellow light
you'll catch it if you look just right.
some eyes are lenses smudged and slow
they catch the shape but they don't know
the tape rolls just behind their eyes
records the ghosts in lullaby skies
I walk through days on soft tip-toes
watching time-sand as it flows
and if I tried- why shouldn't I?
I could see the edge where pixels die
Where static clings to sweetened air
and rocks you in your soft armchair
a screen, a sound, a little tune
a silent night, a hidden moon.
The Sun!
