There's a Jellybean
stranded at the top of the stairs,
Its blue beany body
is covered in hairs,
and it's bean there for days,
just gathering dust,
and people walk by
with a look of disgust,
so I pick the bean up
and walk to the bin,
but I change my mind
before I throw it in,
you see, the bin was full -
and I do hate to waste,
so I chewed the bean up
and what a wonderful taste!
I saw sounds at night
altering the shapes of trees
tickling shadows
dancing on an owl's tongue,
I saw sounds skipping
from door to door,
rattling the letterbox,
slipping into dreams,
I saw a gentle drumbeat
chase a prancing fox,
amongst a tiny applause
of closing flowers.
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