Sometimes, they hop like little frogs,
the thoughts that slip between
fingers into the rainy puddles of noon.
There was a purple elephant today,
and he sang songs to clouds,
tickled the stars with gentle sighs.
Do you see them? The fleeting
shadows behind rainbows?
Just whispers of windy secrets.
Click my nose, and magic might
just sprinkle like morning dew,
giggles of grasshoppers in disguise.