Olympic Crowds​

Kick the point of an Irish dancer’s foot,
​and the pecking of a free-range chicken.

Crack the shell of a moorhen’s egg as it hatches,
and find my mother’s smelly running shoes.

Watch nature take a change when you hold the world in your hands, and simmer a rising smile in a puppy’s face.

Grate the sound of a loud butterfly’s wings,
and a pounce of a leopard’s eyes.

Serve silk of a fine frock, that’s been parting all night,
and a final bounce on a trampoline covered in Olympic crowds.