The Shadow of a Cannonball

I am the shadow of a cannonball. I watch bees float from flower to flower, While beyond the back of the shed The good work of anyone awaits my attention. Though--I know now one thing! Twinkling into my orbit now, The lost dog on the great plains, The quivering flame beside the feverish man, The surfaceless bottom, Like squirt gun chases I proclaim through a breeze: If my brother's fiancee's son Needs wispy and wild advice This I will provide As the shadow shifts past.