a scrim wing’d skitter
a mist as the dew’d daws pause
a moss as handy
where octopi land
when eight leagues as bountiful
while drift wood clippers
taproom and alepots
ocelots emblazon’d bees
a screech owl the green
Poetry
a scrim wing’d skitter
a mist as the dew’d daws pause
a moss as handy
where octopi land
when eight leagues as bountiful
while drift wood clippers
taproom and alepots
ocelots emblazon’d bees
a screech owl the green
