Between two trees We stand together. Not clumped or Heaped but purposely Placed; intrinsically forever. Three East And One South Twenty four butter Yellow fans with Egg yolk faces Bow and sway. Defiant to the Airy taunt.
He is always there beside me always in my sight Except in the privacy of night. He knows my every movement there is no escape, Following my footsteps Whenever I’m awake. I must be careful about what I let him see He’s always watching me, He’s always watching me.