Homecoming

Children float through alleys and backyards. The tigers are waiting for a free meal. The attic is filled with tea sets. I have trouble breathing the basements air. They say the wind is picking up and the shelter is being used for firewood. Animals talk with the kids. Over the loud speaker they are playing american top forty. My head is beginning to get cloudy. Kids wear black to glide undetected. Pom poms and pills create pretty color assortments. I am beginning to loose my bearings. Bonfires, were never a good idea.