Like that caterpillar that became a bird,
just waiting for magical transformation,
that's the wind-in-the-willows soul of me.
I say so. Dominoes to the rescue, games of
wreckage and ruin? Here, the lady hands
out trouble, the two men take the bait.
Soon, it's all coming down on their heads.
We make the oceans talk of nothing but
problems, though I'm no longer fixated on that.
The salt and brine will keep the fish alive
until next time : Another race of
meadowlarks, come swiftly
to the rescue.