FLIGHT AND FANCY

What’s with the bold hyper Hummingbird[s]?

Oh, they’re my loud and noisy Greek Chorus.

Rumble [bumble, fumble] wait the ground shakes!

Listening to the birds, the blood is stirred.

Methinks that my psychic skin is porous.

A tremulous spirit easily breaks.

If I soared like a bird would I be heard?

My voice will rise like the Sun God Horus.

In the early morn birds’ twittering makes

a predication or two of the day’s path.

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