Real Cool Freestyle Poetry

Dancing Away

Cold flows in an odd fashion
Ordering leaves to rise from their slumber
Twisting turning
Dancing to the rhythm of the wind
Shaking shimmering
With no sense of direction
Soon they will depart
As the ball of fire dies down
And owls come out of hiding
Sulking for staying in black holes all day
But they will forgive
With round bowls staring
Watching every move
Blank.