They wanted hugs...

At eye-level with the clouds

I once had the thought of tending to a grave.

"They must get cold!" I thought,

I could put a blanket over it

A soft, little blue blanket

To tuck it in

And make it feel safe

like a yellow bean

But then,

Surrounded by so much green

The wild ladies caught my eye

With their sweet little scream

pinks and purples

half frazzled half pooped

Claiming their right

To wear capes in the soot

The color, no matter

The wind, in a tune

And I, bubbling with care

Could not deny them.

Soon the greedy little Ladies

Baking gold in the sun

Were wrapped in my arms

Each and every one.