rats of the Air, floating
around wherever the Wind
takes them whatever place
grey in grey they seem
– but No:
there is a Shimmer of green,
of white of blue
each of them is unique; like You.
always Passing, they can go
considered disgusting, in the way
to Me, you always make my day.
searching with your curious Eyes
is there something in disguise?
No, there is not, my Floating Friend
so please come Here and take my hand.
I promise I wont let You fall;
We’ll spread our Wings
and catch the Wind
[copyright © by Franziska Hülshoff]