Th’ sun unsheathed, sifts thro’ th’ clouds.
Th’ prism mist unveils
an alphabet o’ light as th’
cool sweet air prevails.
Th’ trees begin tae spread thair wings.
Th’ ships unfurl thair sails.
Th’ drying eyes peeked anxiously
An’ hawpt th’ rainfall fails.
The drizz takes rise frae aff th’ groon,
while preying mantis swears
tha’ he’ll consume th’ dragonfly
wi’ whom th’ bog he shares.
Th’ storekeeper opens up his shop,
Th’ barber checks his blade,
Th’ bobcat finds a hiding place
once mair inside th’ glade.
The seagull overlooks the fray,
the mastiff guards the bay,
and when the footsteps of the moon
are heard, he starts to bay.
Th’ seagull overlooks th’ town,
the mastiff guards th’ gate,
and whin th’ footsteps o’ th’ moon
are heard, he starts tae wail.
Evening brings a caul wet breeze,
Not a winged oan takes flight.
in th’ deep mirk dome o’ winter’s night
the stars drap doon thair silen’ light.
