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
for the deluge to pass.
Now they inhale the fresh-dung air
across the cobble stones of paramnesia.