Fairy Wings

Flutter the tattered wings of bats, on frosted window Gazing at the spectacle through my half-awake ness I consume the stale left-over cornflakes, with fairy wings drifting in my milk of goat Beat the drums in my head of last nights false bravado I curse the sun for it stole my mood Dancing trolls in pink tutus I just laugh at their clumsy feet To hell with this I am going back to sleep….