Hornets from Forest Fiction by Teacups

She likes books about wizards
I like cold, winter blizzards
Sometimes we'll sit
And watch Star Wars
In deck chairs
With friends there
Tree climbing expeditions
Bee attack premonitions (hornets)
She'll bake friendship
Into small cakes
Now!
You wait

Peering through ancient pines
Seated below the salt mines
Pick the wildest vines
Be on time
The sun dies

Ice cream cones die on hot hands
Crickets divulge their secret plans
Forts rise up from sand
We're busking outside her small cafe
While she toils
A waitress by day
For minimum wage

Violin bows dance in time
I can't play so I just mime
It's not a crime
It's your bedtime
So say goodnight
A lullaby to help us sleep at night

Peering through ancient pines
Seated below the salt mines
Pick the wildest vines
It's your bedtime
So say goodnight

• Acoustic
• folk
• indie
• pop folk
• twee folk
• vocal harmonies
• Auckland