Tales Flowers Tell: My Kind of Kouta Poetry 2

Here's a sample: Kouta is very much/of sight and sound/of a horse pissing/of a snake hissing.Born/I was told/my name is joy/living, I found none. Sun moving west/I moved into the nest/in moonlight glare/she bared all.The daffodil/in all its glory/in shower of rain/or in shower of applause.A lone daffodil/surrounded by crocodiles/they prefer meat/I wish I was it.Autumn wind/like a new broom/sweeps clean/no one remembers fallen leaves.Fleur savante/ne songe que du bonheur/to bee or not to bee/son amante.In yellow dress/my happiness/in white my bride/in blue she'llalways be true.Wild flower living along/the fast lane is bold/it may not get/to be old.A bee/one night stand/unsteady on its legs/emerged from a peony.Asked how old he was/the toddler mext door/stretched out/his middle finger.Manners matter/at the dinner table/matters not/between the bedpost.