Still Try to Write a Book

Microscope dreams, slow colour for rain
Waits in the mass of lights
Suddenly starved in terrible pain
And stays so scared at night

Engine noise, bad forest roads
Traffic lights and sand
Leon master, sunny last
Waits for him in bed

Walk lightning steel, go rabbit his den
Still antlers in flames
Round the grill, still skeleton witch
He curbs eye all the same

Mother food, sits head on knees
When nibbling, know a crook
Hardy fast, breath ash and sand
Still try to write a book

Microscope dreams, slow colour for rain
Waits in the mass of lights
Suddenly starved in terrible pain
And stays so scared at night