Fly with me

Fly with me

Follow the creek

In its serpentine meander

Through the lowlands

There will be no voles

Just empty holes

Rats outlast the competition

As Kingfishers dive

Fat toads, with no ambition

To drive,

Try to outmaneuver

The restless Fly-catcher

Stealing the lifeblood

From its sticky-beak

Belching tunelessly

At every passing thought

There is little joy

In pausing

As I tickle the backs

Of silverfish

Aimlessly trying to escape

An old wardrobe

Half buried

In the undergrowth

Climb with me

Jostle leaves

On flowering Poincianas

Linger in their shade

Swirl and twirl

In spirals as midges

Dance in cloudbursts

Whistle through

The canyons

Drilled by ancient ice flow

In the grip of ages past

Fly with me

I am trickster

A fairy dispensing magic dust

An ogre’s breath most foul

The whisper of an Owl

Wicked witch of fables

Gentle kiss of angels

Tormentor of clothes on lines

Mischief maker

Devastator

I can uproot every tree

Fly with me

I am the wind

Of ever-changing

Who knows where

My schemes will take me next

Do not fight

Or lean your weight against me

You would not like

To see me vexed.