A celebration day poem. How light and airy we feel after good news, in contrast to the darkening leaden limbs of a body under stress.
Small creatures of myself
come out! Shy scaly ones
winged and footed and bare legged
ones, shiny snouted round ones.
Come out and gather your smallnesses
under this star.
There are other stars
millions, but this one
is yours dear creatures. Dance!
another kind of happiness 