Shite
Zen Joel
The cat
Green piggy
Thunder
Darting tracing glare
fingering it's belly
old brass rimmed glass rattle
trace the red dot
looking for bus fare
pile driving new foundations
delicious garden leave
See the first line from each stanza, makes a point
And the second, and the third.
And the last line ties all three ideas together. 3.1...
And the whole poem them adds another dimension, which is the .0415926 etc