Monday, September 14, 2015

A Look Around

In the dewy Bright 
Glooms of Summer,
I sat eating an English Muffin.
I started to watch the Marbled steps
Twinkle in the Cotton.
I had seen a Fire Cat whistle by
Like it was going to the Silver Stream of magic
Down by the Misty Moor.

 

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