Hooted at owl graffiti this morning,
Giddyup, Giddyup, Giddyup, MOM.
My back a horsie whenever bent cleaning.
Collarbones jut now when I wash my faceparts,
Shoulders at computer remember stroller pushing,
Toddler leaping on leaping, then on the cat sleeping.
Excuse me, where is the goldfish store,
Lingering feet and a snapping neck,
Accumulation is silent.