Ah little stubborn-headed starsnatcher
Drinker from the deep
I see you
A bluebird in a glass house
A lark in a crystal cage
You might have been a watercolor painting
Bleeding colour
If I could get you to sit still for it
If I could get you to sit still for anything at all
But your legs are too long
You're always running
You're laughing over one shoulder
And crying into the other
Breathing hard the fern-swathed path
Pressing your hands into the sky