you drear cloud
netting your way around me
angling
for fish on misled isles
whispering
come hithers
like sirens in ocean mists
mistaking wings
for fins on this butterfly
nimbly
I flutter and fly
out
of the holes
of your fish net
far
from the holes
of your gaping sighs
far from you
back to
me
Ohhh, what a delightful piece for me to enjoy on this dreary, rain sodden morning!
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