Poetry

Give me a home for sparrows. 
An outcry was rising, 
why do you go from aphids to moon. 
 
Midnight and a howling. 
I am scared of hungry wolves 
roaming in alleys. 
 
Two small mounds and a 
split code. There was left nothing 
in alphabetical order. 
 
Dry aquarium. Why did the fish 
leave for the veins of glass? Lights 
were out in search of a dark corner. 
 
The corpse was unbuttoned, 
why do you wash your food before eating?