Take to the Sky a Nonesuch

Compose your dreams
In the early-morning fog
And conduct each step as such

As the bird preens
On the fallen, rotting log
Prepare yourself for wind’s touch

And though it seems
You play witless working cog
As you bide your time in smutch

The sun soon gleams
You wake, alert and agog
Take to the sky a nonesuch





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