The Dark

At six I played the rock it
was hard to keep still my
nose itched the next year
it was a tree my cue was
the wind I shook all over
and released a leaf (there
were lots of other trees) at
eight I wanted to be a drag-
onfly but someone else got
the part I could have easily
done the sky or sea but no
one asked and now I play
alone and become the dark