Remains of a rooster

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

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