The notes write themselves as the deers have no fear,
feeding their bellys as I watch the telly and write
a piece of poetry this morning.

The microwave beeps as the moaning sheep
demand breakfast, kicks up the sand upon the land. The koala
wakes up the dead as cereal becomes my belly fed.

I milk the cow as my friend sows & the fruits' ready now.
I bask in the sun, naked to no-one and its cheeky fun.
The ravens puzzled by havens hounded by scarecrows,
Another day, of ploughing and feeding and being care-free.....

I walk as wasps stalk me to the lake with water snakes.
I swim and my mind is dim as they're deadly poisonous
I don't care as today is casual like from sideshow dares
To live this heavenly is granted by the star that's falling.