Where We All Are Now and What We're Doing

A small child runs in
screaming
from the cold.
Then calms down.
Then hiccups.
Then makes sounds like
a tired engine.
Then like two automobiles
crashing at full speed.
And turns around
repeatedly.
Pukes on a woman's
pink ballerina shoe.
Curses loudly.
But sings.
Stands so still.
Then leaves.
Did he ever say hello?
We don't think so.