
Vanellus
Set the door ajar and
Let the cold rush in.
We rise with a snap to
Hear the bulrush din.
Leaves are a-shiver
And the red sky be-quivers
The flight of the raging
Blue birds.
Raindrops rattle
As natures a-prattle.
The wind smothers us close
With its giggle.
Paperweights we,
Slowed to crawling glee;
This is peace and
I’m a little fan of thee.
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