CHILDREN PLAY. The children play in the sunshine In a nascent dawn born of baited bliss Three pronged foot webs in the sand Of creatures hungry in the meddler nights. The dreams that hold immensity of night Forms sound- sculpted in zones of skies Strivings born of the search for unknown Wandering wind in passing left a message. Shorn of chains in straining culprits of hill Robbers of lives constrained by prouder will. The children play in the moonlight In nutant nights born of burdened bliss Three panthers striding across the plains Casting their shadows under starry hiss.