A thunderclap; a volley of sound.
My thoughts? A pleasant dale
Of drowsy branches, snapping
Of an alarmed away
Euphony-trapping.
Those were the wonderfully patterned
Feathered phrasing's contours
Of an ever preening wit.
Skies, re-plundered for their
Dazzlements -unlit.
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