Saturday, 12 November 2011
A funny word flies out before
they laugh – and springs towards the sun.
Let them chase it through a door,
pant and run.
Chortling, away it bounds,
giggles as it leaps along,
ringing like a bell, it sounds
a tinkling song.
Hightail as it flies away,
belly laugh – before they weep;
working magic through the dayand then we sleep.