Down the windows,
I see two cows and a goat
A spreaded field throughout
Composition, verve and opus

Alas! Stare bounces in his eyes
At mercurial, calm fissure
At lost petals, distressed debt
At a cowboy or at modern hobbit

Staring drives endlessly
Volcano ponders towards valves
Cowboy gone, so his cattles
Leaving dark hapless mirage

Dusk attains at windows
Wits and sights go vanished
Refraction seizures into echo
Gaze perceive him in mirror-copy