Cloud Pool mission statement

Skied over the dew drawn fields at dawn

Flailing and "FUCKING!" at sky eyed chirpers

Cloud's reflective of ponds reflective of palace spirited spitters

Spitting splinters at the chipper and untamed woodland sitter

You paint me a picture, I'll draw you with words

A colorful speechless

Cheeking and a why not wry

Morning bathed birch

Writhing and all smirks

Tempting too

All we are is all too unkempt

I think,

a caged bird still sings

honey bees buzz and sting in the wind

bring me truths and I'll be the caged bird singing in the furry sand

albeit a bit bland

nonetheless hand in hand in hand in hand