Summer Singing

Squirrel with a nut Up on its luck Mashing a memory With all of the other stuff Mashing Oh, you make a mad mush of your supper Bird with a berry Quicker than stone Feathers fell from bottle rocket A kill so close Feathers fell Oh, the feathered blessing of your numbers The season is changing A summer singing back to me The little suns have waited For a life not quite the same as yesterday's You walk with a duffled giant To some perforated place Wet at the crest of crying With the sagging hope of rain If you never stop your counting Boy, you'll surely meet your fate Wits for a world too quiet And arriving much too late The season is changing A summer singing back to me The little suns have waited For a life… (I've been waiting for a life) Little sun is falling And the sky is calling