The Evening's Song

Sitting on the edge of a lake,
I started scribbling down some letters
Of a taro and tarot's thought
Crooning off a swallow's mutter.

With a broken pen yellowed blue
Mused on a piece of paper.
I frowned and fawned friskily
Staring at the palish water.

The sky seemed moist
 Though my eyes were dry
Almost after quite a while
Life felt live, yet wry.
Paddling through a morose dream

Seemed liked a girl once loved.
Drifting on a tangent stream
Mellowed words of fun and laugh.

"Brother O Brother", As I cried
Loud and wild; Meant for none special
The sparrow from a tree nearby
Peeped and stared like a witty squirrel.

Dip and drops of a wimpy hop
Wished that I draft a doodle
Dripping dews warmed the dusk's dawn
As I tootle a lullaby for my poodle.

The melody of a Cuckoo's song
Felt like a peaceful llama's cringe
Beating along the curious crafts
Nadir felt numbed, swallowed by a ridge.

Tinkers tried to string the beads of night
As the paths got lost in day and dreams
Weary soldiers rest from a long night's fight
To willow the wallaby's whisper to the bees.