Since I came , stars have changed
A lot against the dark sky, behind
The well where the waters glisten
And rope and pail wait out a night
Ready to bring up the fallen ones
Shining by default in well waters
Dropped by a somewhat loose sky.
My fingers are tiny , not that pointy
For star counting and I often forget
Where I stop and where to resume
When I have to do my home work,
In between and run up to the roof.