Eastern turbined tower
A pinch of pixie dust no minor thing
To sneeze at winter coming up next month
Ill sniff a decent dose of pepper too
Immunity to strength is stirred by shock
A shock in small diverts calamity
It cancels dogs of war at city gates
And pixie sawdust peacetime solid makes
The swirl of dreams the liquids into cakes
The pixies forest folk are magical
As early warning system our best pals
I wasted war dog eyes and nostrils once
In brutal war with pixie pepper puffs
They growled and leapt on me to maul to death
I puffed them on their backs and how they whined
As if invoking tummy tickle time
Instead I tickled their eyes and snouts
The pepper turning foam which set like glue
Id have done same Ive worthier battle scars
Dying like a dog is but a canine thing-
