The mirth of the wind
The sonance of crickets
The trickling of time through translucent words and rhymes…
The rainmaker
hit the clouds.
with his orange hammer
above the crowd
You’re a printed fairytale
a recital of events
you’re a controversial story
of boundless suspense
You’re a written letter
of unreadable words
a childish song
of broken records
“In a world like this
in a story like this
you needn’t pretend
you can’t pretend.”
Capricious skies.
HOOT
v. hoot·ed, hoot·ing, hoots
v.intr.
1. To utter the characteristic cry of an owl.
2. To make a loud raucous cry, especially of derision or contempt.
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