Anti-Pastoral

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Because as much as I love pleasant pastoral children's poetry, it just isn't getting any more relevant these days. So it's into the city we go.

The Skyscraper Dance

Always at Midnight the Scry-Skipper Ants
Go marching in pairs to the Skyscraper Dance.
It's up on the south side and down on the north,
Railings and rooftops and back-and-a-forth.
Then it's the Leap Time when all the ants flit
Across the dark windows and jump all the lit.
And lastly in pairs all the Scry-Skipper ants
Go soft-footing home from the Sky-Scraper Dance.
 

December Morning

In the dark December 6 AM I lay inside my little bed
With happy, cozy little dreams all snug inside my little head.
And all the sleepy nighttime snow had drifted dreamy where it lay...
For all the morning snowplows to scrape screechily away.

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