The sun half way this morn On it's climb to noon's plinth Causes the tree outside my window To throw shadows on louvre blinds Distorted and enlarged Like one of them Japanese puppet projection plays Ominous fat Blue **** hop and swing from branches Their chirps through the opened pane Like a demented sweet soundtrack From an empty orchestra Now the light Gets clouded out The image fades quickly from the slatted screen And all Blue **** Are gone from this world.