Cradled by a magic wave,
I swing sideways in your boat of bounty.
Shrunk enough to slide through the pigeon hole
Nailed I was with the moving medley of
Colours and sounds.
Looking helter skelter with pearl lined eyes,
At croaking woods, singing toads,
hopping butterflies, flying leaves
Grunting birds, chirpy squirrels
Laughing lions, drunk deer,
Humming humans
And a lot mirthful more.
All cuddled crazy,
Under your tickling mane of loving light
Drooping down even more, to dig,
Not to bury but to see another sight.
