Acutely Ironic A bird writes a sonnet Sings the sonnet Out of tune Across the river To a loon

Take it in Ocean pearl Sandy feet Salty skin Running back and forth Feel the sun Burning down Ride it in Take me out again

I don’t know, I don’t know My ideas run like FLOW Why these things come out my head? These things for long have been dead, The water ran so quickly then, And to life they come once again!

Working hard to make the cash  Afternoon with a little hash  Kitchen table once again  Comes in handy now and then  Recording time in a note  Keeps me high so I can float