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At night the sky does crawl below the bats,
In day the birds fly up and start to sing.
When it is hot the sky is full of cats,
When it is cold the bears up and take wing.

“Oh, why?” I ask the cows of death to leap,
My fate stands on my bad photography.
“Return my life at once!” I cry to sheep,
As wind brings down chrysanthemums to me.

I look at me, distorted through a glass,
And cry at night beneath a blue half-moon.
Contemplating life on lawns of grass,
And wond’ring if my food will be here soon.

I dream as firewood begins to mull,
And wish that real life wasn’t quite so dull.