Mowgli...

The last star to wink out
blinks at me a few more times
as the shadow of birds in the trees
dance at my feet
as they peck, preen and flutter
"How neat", think i
as i pretend it is a puppet show,
watching Punch and Judy
as they run about the stage

And at what age will you grow up?
i'll let you know when i've had enough
i truly never tire of this stuff,
it eases my troubled soul
has helped me out of many the black hole
somehow it has control;
this feral side of me
the boy that still climbs trees
with dirty hands and muddy knees
splashes in every puddle he sees
and always turns his face towards the sun
and the breeze...
      04-12--10