Boys

Racing and roaring and running around,
Doggedly damaging down to the ground.
Tripping and falling elated the while,
Laugh with a grimace and curse with a smile.

Punching and kicking but mostly the air,
Angels keep watch on the devil-may-care;
Whispering only to turn up the sound,
Roaring and racing and running
Around

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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