1
Morning Comes.
A Canary
Wide Eyes Open,
Face the Horizon.
Sitting On
One Silver,
Low Hanging
Wind Mill Swing.
Perched While
Resting Wings,
There Calmly
Awaiting.
Dawn Will not Be
Much Longer.
Then the
Grand Rising!
2
Running For Cover!
Under Down Pours of
Knight’s Ocean
Metallic Cold.
Whoever Drowned
Either Fell Behind,
Or At Sea After
Falling Over Board.
Still the Ship Sails
East in to The 41st Day,
Following The 40th Night
Of Being Tossed To and Fro.
As the Canary
Zeniths and Flies Off,
With A Sign for The
Remaining Souls.
3
Morning!
A Wide Eyed
Canary Flys Off,
The Wind Mill Swing
With a Green
Leaf Between the
Beak For
Those On Board.
A Message from
The Phoenix.
Asalamalakim!
Praise the Lord!
