Boredom has sewed dark clothes for the nightly sky –
Dark blue with white glitters.
The leaving sun wondered on it, forgetting its fry;
The heat urged the knitters.
The little ants kept collecting the bread’s morsels –
Their hardworking had no stop.
A kitten was watching the march of the little mortels,
Thou, it slowly started to nod.
The chirping birds left with the coming of the boredom –
Silence borders the night sky dress.
The nothing itself was building us the cordon
On me, that heats, geeks and sweats.