Pigs In The Air Flying

Pigs in the air flying Blue kites zigzagging Moon that floats here and there Moving A miniscule meteor A tree taller than the other tall trees It stands among Silhouetted still and majestic In the dark Horses that drive across the heavens without chariots Wild and directionless Going here and there In danger of once getting higher Hitting into a star How far How far. A rabbit limps giant across the film disc of the Heavens. The hours tick-tock on a clock that strikes in the Heavens suspended. A sleepy Poet-Seer stranded on a rock yet content At having witnessed the dusk And now the night. Moon that floats here and there Moving A miniscule meteor A tree taller than the other tall trees It stands among Silhouetted still and majestic In the dark A scientist with dark patches round his eyes A discovery from proportion made this night This night that walks into the streets Amidst the cold and frost and storm In and beyond old Valletta.