Johnny Roger, pumpkin master.

Johnny Roger, pumpkin master,

Hopping, slinking stars over trees

Eyes bright and big like moons of green

Courses meadows balanced of light and gray.

I seek, it thinks, sniffing, snuffing, shuffling, fumbling, I seek the stars,

High and low, orange and green.

I have hunger for things forests

Cannot provide. Rabbit of mind,

Hopping, humping, pulling, tugging

The treasured teas of spiced meddlings

That Rain backward from ground to sky,

Rockets of dreams reaching ever farther, farther, farther away,

Orange and green, plucked out of minds,

Furry, fluffy, hopping, humping

Through brush and fence and skies of gray

Johnny Roger, pumpkin master,

Dreams of carrots under the stars.

 

Cyril Bussiere 06-25-2014

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About cyrilbussiere

Author (Author.to/CyrilLCBussiere), Writer, Scientist, and Nurse-to-be. I'm into writing, reading, gaming, raising chickens, playing guitar, and traveling. Man, do I love traveling!
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