Do you hear? It’s the balloons humming. They tell stories of places never seen. They giggle like tickled spaghetti.
Once, a brown doggy found a cap of stars. They danced, ROUND and ROUND, until the moonborrowed them for a danceday.
I see empty winter parks where the sun forgets to play. Trees wear their coats, whistling against the breezymilk air.
Colors grow and twirl like friendly lettuce among joyous stones. A shiny puppy, its heart stitched with care, wades in frosted giggles.