Spring Sproing Sprung

It was a pleurisy day. In summary, no: just ribbing!

It Mews (ct'd)

At the bat cave mouth
where this cat lIves
grows sweet jasmine;
it whispers of the queen.
The bumbershoot bats on the wire
wait silently-
for the deluge to pass.
Now they inhale the fresh-dung air
of horse,
plippity-plopping
across the cobble stones of paramnesia.

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