Wiry teeth yawn fences at dawn
and the dogs stay chained within.
Rabbit trees hear miles of song
and guitars play themselves in the sun.
Wind is tearing his breath away
and his heart chases after the clouds.
This is the day woolen carpets can’t fly,
and small birds scratch tears in his eyes.
William’s bed and its rabbit’s foot
roll sevens under the ruffle.
He’s hidden the song in a yawn
and chases dogs til eleven.