Slowly turning kaleidoscopes Dawn scrambled colors on grated clouds Purples hang under shades of blues Over orange laid on yellow Grass seeds framed a naked tree Dancing in the amber light Contrail splits the lavender sky
As the cranes fly in they start cackling like crazy after they land. I don’t know if they are cursing at each other or calling each other names, because they started to fight.
A Craneku Jumping up and down Wings spread insults said they fight Part of the routine