Peter Pan

One, born to crawl, could fly!
The wind began to dance bacchically
And he knocked it over - is it a joke? - stroller,
Separating child and mother forever.

It’s not for nothing that a baby’s shoulders itch,
Powdered with fairy dust:
Invisible wings grew there,
After all, he is “innocent, cheerful, heartless,”

A chick, half human.

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This is a Kensington bird
Son of tweeting Catullus.
He's a singer! "Giambatistas of Parables"
Lured in and cashed out
The relish of a thimble kiss!

On the hook is his Hook: “tick-tock”
(Isn't that Australopithecus?)
In the crocodile's abdominal cloaca
They are distributed. And the darling of Bacchus
Nevermind!
Pan, crow!