Through glass; I gaze
At blissful sun escaping
A rainy shield of ghastly dark
But as joy is mostly momentary
And the turning tumult bully
A fantasy I urge to…
The unyielding darkness
Steals my lunch money
And shoves with a grunt
My good yellow buddy
Across the sky and tucks him away
In a murky locker…complete with chain and,
Bar. I can see him pounding at the door,
But the bully thunders and alights
And finally with a small thud,
A little sniffle, my good yellow buddy
Retreats, and awaits for fair weather
To make his great escape.
And I will sit inside and wish for
Him, till it is safe to play again.
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