Beneath the stout girders; steel formed to angle

Deck of gravel and oil

while above a nest of a bird

Hear the sounds as he moves about and around?

A lovely little fella; big feet, big belly, big ears, razor blue eyes

playing with the rain and snow, with tongue lapping up water

and fish swimming by.

Cars, trucks and people travel over and by

lost in their world concerned with life

Saw the troll peeking, the light coming from his eyes

Piercing

Revealing

his laughter rubbing the mind

taking a trip there tonight in a Dream

maybe play a game of cards and sip tea

for when the sun rises tomorrow, the troll will attend to serious business

tomorrow he will tickle a family of raccoons, chase ducks, and try to wear pantaloons.