Little globs of sunshine and happiness,
Like spittle from a sucker punching laugh
Pepper my lawn,
The subtle romance of busy bees
And cabbage butterflies hovering in zig zags
As they drink of the joyful yellow juices.
Golden buttons throbbing with the gusts of wind
The shake rattle and roll
On a seriously wind churned day,
Never defeated by the blades of Victor,
Rather protected and bolstered
By the blades of green Kikuyu.
The landlord comes and cuts them to the ground,
The spit out pieces lost and mushed
Into a meal for the earthworms and crickets . . .