We’re fleshing out a short poem, playing with a toy a poet made.
It’s Poetic License; think of it as a cozy warm refuge from the tics of real life.
When you read fiction you provide all the graphics through your imagination and your mental pictures are almost always better than the movie because they’re part of you.
I believe I understand “Poetic License”. :) You and I are just reading the poem differently - I was afraid by ‘differently’, I must have missed something that everybody knew but me! LOL