The flap
the fluster
bewildered
with bluster
we foul
by nature’s way
Donning
the downy
confusing
as clowny
in lieu
of darker days
Gone the sense
gone all recompense
for wrongs
gone…
Oh so very wrong
As judges
in-jury
they’ll find us
as fury
beguiled
into the fray
My love will go
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
