Howling with the hint of haunt
Moaning, groaning a grumpy taunt
Snapping, popping, and cracking faint
Swiftly swaying the sky to paint
The pink, the purple daily play
As their accord occasionally they say
Befriending blazon pillows of sky
Longing for once just to lie
But their toes tightly be trapped
Intricately slithering, intertwiningly wrapped
And piece-by-piece they part with their hair
Sniffling and whining "there, there"