Asked the Giant

“Which way do you fly when flocked with featherless fortune?
Where do you turn when slugged with stale-mated sighs?”
Asked the Giant.
“To one another of course!”
Cooed the crowd of hum-drum humans,
“To our orange peel dads and soap-skinned mothers,
To the arms of our sisters and homes of our brothers,
to our sun-drench soul mates
And pickle-toed play dates:
We flee to the ones with firefly jars
and hot-wheel cars;
The ones who know our mouths
and cardboard dreams.
We whisper to them how the world seems so
cereal-bowl-soggy sometimes.”
They nodded in agreement.
“Well sweet sassy molasses the rumors are true!”
Boomed the Giant joyously,
“Hope flutters in the bellies of the Humans too!”