Breezy, bringing passionless air, a day like every other day
with now kept stray and a lot of hay
But not today, with a lot of gray, and some shade it came.
Bounded off from the sphere, it was an unordinary day like no other.
Round headed, rectangular shaped, it stood there, just like me.
It stood at a quarter wheat farm length from me
and somehow an insignificant connection could be felt in the hot brooding month
And it that looked so similar but so different at the same time.
It took a turn sideways as if a stray dog that lost interest.
What an eventful day, I wonder what we were thinking.
Alex YP, Grade 11, Regular Contributor