Humming birds on cuckoos nest
here in September where eagles rest
while tadpoles turns to charmers
and there's none to blame but fate?!
walking talking destructions looking their best
world in their palms feeling the realms of quest
muted by imperfection, but footprints they leave
as I sedate my gloom for free
snakes await for a fatal strike
gongs will sound a triumphant call
skins will shed and enthusiasm sealed
here in September I am my guide!!!
