And he lands from a higher noteto chance upon the Sun,his eyes blush,away he twists and takes the cue,elates upon anotherage old, age old tune.And she tip toes across a stream,steps on clouds perhaps a few,and she glibly woos among the rosesone lover, maybe twoand simply slips into the playful tune.And when two fawns ofContinue reading “And. . .”