He tip-toes upon the Sun,snuffs his toes in the Sea,briefly as they sigh,he rides upon that breeze.falling, breaking the arches,he pilfers fruit from a monkey,descends upon mischiefby a very blue Sea.He pilfers the blue,just enough blue,so it still is blue.He cries “drought” from a place afar,winds oblige,and herd the cloudsfar and far.He then splashes blueandContinue reading “That Monkey!”