That yellow night the crusty rainbow

Bounced up and down around the sky;

A swirly swallow-duck dove upward

And taught the rainbow how to fly.

And on this green moon's night the buzzard

Lifted his head and meowed the words

To that old song we'd tossed asunder

On the slight wings of mountain-birds.

The teal snowflakes of summer's silence

Know nothing of our quiet dreams;

They cloak the house and fade to darkness,

And all that is, is as it seems.