From the span of these wings,
To the curve of my bill,
My sanity hinges,
Upon the marigolds still,
To cast a lure,
Of corn veal platter,
Toward the crowds,
Where they’ve once gathered,
Brings me forth,
Into the further,
To this, I fear
They call a ******
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
From the span of these wings,
To the curve of my bill,
My sanity hinges,
Upon the marigolds still,
To cast a lure,
Of corn veal platter,
Toward the crowds,
Where they’ve once gathered,
Brings me forth,
Into the further,
To this, I fear
They call a ******
