Ain't gonna fake it as white seagulls fly are
flown into black vultures that turn on high.
Seen a caterpillar blue reaching also for sky
back legs stiff poised, feet in a grasp unmet,
poignant beads seeking, widely, all the rest.
(A butterfly poses in yellow and black for
a red-headed girl born to speak to it best)
Better use new hickory, old oak cannot easily flex
when quanting a punt across the cold morning dew.