He Can Entertain Himself For Hours
He can entertain himself for hours
We saw what she meant when we spied on him
He was four, the ideal age for garnishing make believe
He doesn’t need toys? We asked his mother
He creates worlds out of his imagination, she replied.
Give him sticks, moss, leaves, a feather or two.
It is amazing what he will do with them.
He came in for lunch but barely had time to talk.
I am building a zoo and a circus out there, he told us.
The ringmaster is annoyed that I came in for lunch.
What kinds of animals do you have in your zoo?
Llamas, penguins, polar bears and dragons, he said.
I remembered for a minute that I used to be able to do this.
Create my own world with bits of fluff I found on the ground.
I wanted to run out there and play with him, so asked.
Sure, he said, but you have to watch out for the ring master.
He has a mean temper. I figured I could handle him.
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