To a Polka Dot Leo

and the whole earth is his from the water on open lea, a probable season of the skies crying cats and dogs to even the polker dot pard alert,attentive,to the earths heaven,life,and hells trio in the upper room of the earth from the mountains peak to the mountain lions with the words of old an igniting hearth far costlier than vanity or wealth and the skies of red, burning hurried to a diamnd star or its siblings myrrh with the moon of dull but bright for the night something must be done from day to night that seems majorly undone as the dew rolls over a tear to the dead of the dawn or the last yaw of the faithful dog unto the masters leg early it shall cling unto like we who cling unto God generous God the one who gives the fowl worm still the swallows the fowl and even the swallows the snake to prowl with big tentacle eyes of he worlds view, like an owl but silent