I miss his cocky crow
The bluejay cried raw mutation
I reached out to Mr. Uncle.
Exchanges of acceptance abound
Once again I am enough.
Clandestine light sneaks up
Bright and telling speaking in birdsongs
Lemon lime leaves glimmer gold-ly.
Crimson hunter green staccato
Birds dance raining firey blazes through greying skies
Frogs begin their hopeful litany
Echo reverberated air carried gunfire punctuation
Midnight sable presses against my legs and hands.
Dark moon raising diesel-like rumbles