flight of the butterfly, rising free
Gray moon dawns tonight
Ominous clouds swirl in gloom
Darkest heartache grows
You heard a bell
You heard the clang
The rhythmic swells
The soul’s deep pang
You are...
The wolf in the woods
A robin in springtime
Three little ducks
With little webbed feet
A can of meat
Indistinuishable
Maybe it's turkey
Or pork
A warm autumn mushroom
A sprint through the clouds
Six geese and a robin
A dream of blue trucks
All this, and much much more, can be mine, if I look in the mirror whilst under the tree... So... That is where you will find me....