Early bird’s worm has fit the bill;

Now, it just needs a drink to swill.

Gargle from gurglet would fulfill—

Or last drops from that pail of Jill. ; )

Gratitude’s grace perched upon our gifted lights and loves

Indeed protects us from mocking birds’ sardonic shoves.

But, will hearts see peace offered within sooted wing-gloves?

When pigeonholing is for the birds, we become doves. ; )

Stroll through evening’s set

Cars zoom, bars boom

Where weary weave

Under lights galliard

Seeking safety

In the overlooked nook

With counter brewing

Whilst the seatless

Still zip around disco town. ; )

Sheets bound for curiousity’s next journey…

By baby breath held, reader agog turns toward tension’s trek:

Through blustery blows, captain of grog guides cracking carrack.

His story sells for thee to see:

History sails survive the sea. ; )

Gander gandered at sea’s shimmered shelf holding pond’s ponderers entranced, but, then, his hen—notably more noetic and zen—began to honk poetic by pen—ripple-writing not-bottled lines waved towards shores of kindred ken. ; )