hummings of creatures when sunrise bloomed
and grace frisked to the flow of those who knew.
passing rusted leaves lying on the bed of filth.
perishing lovely roses with pricks of guilt.
you, a lone, hid among shades of dimmed tint,
brooding over an assemblage of strewn flint.
intaking air from dawn’s mellifluous breeze.
resting beside lakes from far-flung tease.
trilling along the tunes until afternoon’s drizzle,
hide coated his skin, but he needs no muzzle.
drenched by droplets from Heaven’s weep,
an anomaly at night, absent to each sleep.
yonder to the void, he ascends from the deep.