When the windows turn golden
We run out to the mead
We begin our free style dance
Amid the grass and weed
As we move on our springy steps
Softly hums the cool breeze
While in bushes happy crickets
Join us with tireless wheeze
Sometimes we stop our whirl
With noses up to sniff the air
That carries the sweetest scent
From flower-filled gardens fair
The moon visits us in different
dress
Every night of passing years
The stars from the sky drop in
To raise the host wishing cheers
Cats and dogs seated on couches
Those houses lazily adorn
Move their eyes with master’s
hands
Those slaves we amply
scorn
Why do we dance outside
the bar
We’re drunk of freedom
wine
We go to bed after
midnight bell
With the sun we’ll rise
and shine
Xavier Bage
Mon, April 05, 2016
Image: Pixabay
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