Green

Out from edges, ground still wet, feel the heat from the light
something walked here, something like me, it’s okay
not the bad ones

Hear the grass moving, thats Clover, thats what I need
hear the ones in the air, that sounds okay, the black ones moving
smells again, the ones that run and hide things, too fast, always moving

That sound, heavier above now, Stop… ready to run, ready to run… Listening
A bad one, moving away… that smell, under the bright thing, I like that…
that’s what I need

Ground changing, warmer, dryer… the smell is coming though, the feeling different
The cold time again, time to burrow, stay closer… dream together
Sleep long till the green comes