This is my comfort world,
my land of chirp and swoosh,
of rustle, hiss, moo and hoot,
of screech, quack and caw.
This is the terrain
of gush, snap, crackle, fizz and splash,
of click-clack, tick-tock, swish and ping,
of splish, squish, squash, ding and clang.
These are the sounds of my shape,
my clank and tinkle, my chomp and sizzle,
my snuffle, whack, thwack and gurgle,
the pitter-patter atchoo of my boom-bang self.