a walk in the morning

Sleeping bird. Another lunar year.
Her ledge is hard. Her Kingdom is outside.

The Kingdom! We saw it on our walk,
and I talked and talked.

A tiny spotted cow walks on the hill.
I pulled his shoulder. Held him still.

Pasture, pleiades hold his eye.
Just don’t let everything move too fast by.

Actually, outside is hell.
His hand curves around the pill.