Blue sky white cloud

The sun is blinding me today

I am hiding in the shade

Covering my face

With my forearm

Warmly bent

I have spent an hour

A day here

Waiting for the bugs to play

Their song for me

Leg strings

Chirping melodies

They sing

And I listen

To the sound of real things

The shifting morning breeze

I lift with my wings

Look up

Everything is green

Curled claws long tail

I’m becoming me today

Grow into bright scales

I sing

And they listen

To the sound of real things