Three prongs, darkened wrinkled skin: a weather beaten talon perched firmly on a sticky background. Tightened grip loosening, the freeze and thaw of daily chore. To catch a wind and stretch then shrink; grabbing hold of extra hide. Even the swan: pure, glossy friend tires of morning, afternoon evening end. What chance do these creaseless eyes have against the hardened feet of crow, stampeding, marched in footprint. Disguise is all she can hope for on a rainy day tears may dance and cause dismay yet vanity lies and she is fascinating premature crowing dances should never slow a manβs advances.