Flung and fluttered into luxury,
against golden bars their timid wings do flap,
and under stars they grow calloused scars,
burns of gaudy straps.
Mornin’, folks. Monday again, but at least this one’s a little better. Why? Well, because I’m back at posting, of course. Got the summer business out of the way and now I’m finally set back up to write again. Wanted to throw up this lil’ one in the morning, and I hope you enjoy. While it’s not my usual funny Monday poem, I like the imagery and the sound of it and I hope you do too.
Well, as always, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you have something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.