What’s over the hill

On the horizon

Inadvertently I spill

The milk on the song


Enthusiastic cries

I make to the delight of the birds

Curiously watching with their eyes

To see what they have heard


Not so clean with spaghetti stains

On my shirt

but who cares

I race across the land


If only you could see me now

If only you

But I don’t need it now

The attention I never knew


Never thought I would be

Accepted this way

But how I got to see

There’s nothing in my way