One day in winter,
I listened to the band drummer.
The parade paraded by,.
Slowed down by the cold,
They sang loud from their smoking mouths
Doves patched sang along,
Wolves in the thicket hummed too.
Slowly snow fell,
Wisp and willow.
Their voices flowed through my pillow,
And brought to me sweet news,
From the Bastille they matched,
Marking the fall of despotism.

Sly Poetry