The heat was passing innocent from one room to another
It was an illusory peace made by the absence of people
The direct grandson of the rooster who sang three times
Was feeling better without the weeping Peter
And it was sunny he covered his face with
The cat’s eyelid. The girl’ shoes entered like two ships
In the fauna and flora with the power of early explorers
The garden was round and bright as a mystery.
The girl picked up the cleaver and smashed it.