Happy Poetry Month!
I'll call this one "Nobody Told Me!": Lanterns upon cats and heads are wary, Ankle deep in dew they carry Segments of our focal myth Over lands and glue and griff, Through the lanes of bagels fly Glimmers seeking lochs of lye, Whether moral or profane, To hoist that sacred weather vane. Though in the darkness they did call "O, the fruitlessness of t'all!" - AWM