The Perilous Crimes of Hooley
On a tree of rust, lay Hooley
With his creeper arms dangling low.
He took a breath and then a dagger
To slit into the tender greens of the dying leaf.
Mother shook in terror like a windling whirlpool
Rising from the bed of corals until her fluid locks touched the clouded aqua horizon.
"Heed ho! Heed!"
Hooley had to be paid for his sins.
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