Fly by…
Outside in graveyard
silence
a large gliding bird in
sky
surveillance…
Come walk with along
with me
and feel all of what I
see…
The bright sun is up
and out…
the temp is down and
cold is in…
Wonder what weather is
all about—
devil’s wife committing
sin again…?!
Oh hell no…com’on…please
stop—
that ain’t no damn falling rain
drop…!