Get up, get up, the trees are crying,
The spiders cling to their tears,
..in sticky ecstasy.
Webs floating, as they moistly dream.
Other worldly insects squirm,
In dewy wetness.
Awaiting some faint sunlight,
To dry exquisite wings,
So they can flutter
Into misty life.
Cats step out in haughty trepidation,
Their flower paws creating patterns,
As they step lightly
Over the threshold,
Into damp pleasures.
Sea gulls skim the tender ocean,
In a love affair beneath the waves,
Shore birds dance
As haunting as forgotten dreams.
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