Kangaroo Coach

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Coach Kangaroo slowly moves his way out to the mound,
the bill of his cap tilted down,
Tail, front paws on the ground, lift the huge back feet forward and repeat,
So slow it almost seems like he is going backwards.

"Listen son, your pitching" shaking his long thin snout side to side somberly,
scratching the fur on his chest, taking the baseball in both fore-paws,
rotating it seam over seam, licking it to see if it might taste good
"your pitching, ain't so good" squinting his eyes in the harsh afternoon sun.

"Sometimes you just got to stop and eat the roses"
"And if they don't digest immediately, regurgitate the roses and try again"
"You get my meaning?" asks Coach Kangaroo.

Max looks at him like he just peed on his leg, which he might have.
Coach Kangaroo hops off turning over his shoulder offering one last bit of wisdom
"Oh yeah, and watch out for the dingos"

Max, pitches, the spit on the ball giving his curve ball an extra half foot of drop.
The hitter misses the pitch, twisting so hard that he loses his balance and falls to a knee.
Max has his groove back, and a new pitch in his repertoire.

 

Space Music

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Music where there is no sound
The dance of space is all around
Put your ear to the vacuum ground
A wave is something that goes up and down

Your floating in space
your headset drawn
nothing to listen to
all the stations gone

The earth and moon hear the sound
The earth and moon dance around
Moon face never looking from Earth's ground
Always falling, never coming down

Your floating in space
your headset drawn
nothing to listen to
all the stations gone

The magnetic sun hears the sound
It sun spots dancing all around
Electric fields to their electric ground
Magnetic lines arcing up then down

Your floating in space
your headset drawn
nothing to listen to
all the stations gone

The milky way hears the sound
Dancing with stars all around
Dark matter galactic edges an unseen ground
Stars moving fast when they should slow down

Your floating in space
your headset drawn
nothing to listen to
all the stations gone

Do you hear it yet?
You need more than your ears
math, sensors, and signals
the offbeat sound of spheres

Space itself hears the sound
Dancing to the static all around
birth sounds of the universe in the background
even with the universe cooling down

Your floating in space
your headset drawn
nothing to listen to
all the stations gone