He stands on a cut-off tree
his flute in hand and looks out
into oddness of his world
He’s a cute thing that has
a transparent ball for a tummy
that’s lit up but has sprung a leak.
Birds like tactile and walk
around his gray green
body give his wide web
feet a peck
It’s now a water catcher
that works well
as a place god might swim-
pollywogs