Wee of the Red Tower


From our red tower
We have the misty power
To travel across the land
In letters written by other hands

Feeding on the feelings
Held in human dealings
Sometimes travel with the sadder letters
To help wee sippy ants feel a little better

Other times we hitch a ride
While our sack fella drives
See the sky, see the flowers
Visit tribes in other towers

Different tribes
Different scribes

Nights, demystified, we show ourselves and joke
Pretending to be the carefree faerie folk
To gaseous intoxicated sirs
Or click clacking yellow hers

Day, a cock-a-leeky Dalai Martian marked a spot
I took another ride, to see what he’s got
At home – a bone
Round basket – a throne

Night, garden, watched hedgehog and fox
Under stars, counted, thousands, stopped
Inside counted spots, then fell asleep
Woke when sleeping dog chased a sheep

Dew diamonded morning brought me back

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