Boy and Barn

Bitty birds scuffle and flounce under the roofed-in. Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle. Snuffle go the whiskered, the mousy muzzle's all along the bent beam wood. A pepper powdering in the chink-lit sunbeams. In this his tumbled castle-keep youth sky-larked a being a ghostling ally sight unseen there in the day-baked barn. Long days he communed and lazed in dim swaddled and idle ease stretched-out and dream-basked, seeped in the tar caulked wood steeped in a gown-shadowed glow with the evening-come nightly jackdaw and crow.