The sky was cool and starry blue,
The Earth a pool of morning dew,
Abuzz with life of every shape,
From bug to bird to dog to ape.
One bit of life upon the Earth
Was a normal child of human birth
Who’d celebrate each dawning day
With the joyous sound of childish play.
He was no bird; He could not fly,
And yet he was intent to try.
He’d leap from couch to bed to floor
Until his muscles flew no more.
He was no bug; He could not crawl
Upon a roof or stalwart wall,
But in the calm before the dawn
He, undeterred, would skitter on.
He was no dog; He could not bark,
But made his home a sort of park
In which to howl in youthful glee
In the apartment above me.
He was no ape; He ought to know
His acts impact the room below.
I smell his breakfast on the breeze:
Bacon, toast, and antifreeze…