A tiny little howl
comin from the ridge
I found light in the hollows
The branches holding birds
must be sleeping
must be dreamin of sunrises
and little worms
pokin out their heads
A tiny little howl
an item placed in space
sound
you can grab
sound you can taste
sound you can fold up and sneak down your pants
stolen from the little shop
made from bricks and sweat
secured by a friend
A tiny little howl
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