The Game

Out of you I make my birds of colors And set them free for your windows open As I know you look to them in keen eyes Thus my searching glances can meet your sky Maple trees ruffled clouds love to stop them Buds in bowls on roof top always love them I do know you wait in your nice canoe To row and raise waves of red and blue hue Some love humming bird some lark some cuckoo You love sea gulls in your light green terrace To get time is hard after handling chores Still when pink and passionate beaks peck at You are almost a peach to love the bites The game between writes and pen is lovely _______________________________________________ July 1, 2016