o tiny turquoise powerball

why do you fall from the sky at my head?
and where the hand that let you slip,
or slyly bunged you streetwards,
then slid back and hid, giggly,
as dubdobdee made public, yet again,
his rubbish skeez as keeper?

o tiny turquoise powerball
are you to sit, alone, all day,
unclaimed,
atop the low brick plinth
that guards the passage?

...

o tiny turquoise powerball
an hour has passed
and
still
you wait,
for what?

[to be read in the voice of stewie from family guy]