Cardinal sings, rich, rich, original
as I stroll but I am not biddable
so the crow jeers just out of sight--locals
bringing primary notes, their loud vocals
denouncing my frippery--online tweets
onerous and slippery by elites
block and delete--while my dog's splooting by
my feet. This life, so sweet, the sun the sky
the trees aquiver send my intentions
worldwide, roots reaching through a dimension
too powerful to hide so the birds chide
and call me to my self bright and clear-eyed
Inspired by: Splooting, Local, Primary and Frippery.
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