Rooster bent a beer can and pecked right a bowl to cook his morning scratch as the chillum done broke
As it fell to the motel sink at five am too warm in a shirt as the heater crowed cocky bluster in a room already a perch most nifty in comparison to a typical crash under a three hundred year cedar
In udder silence the cowed highway flows as the humpback baby suckles five hundred liters of floating power
Not here but on the turned off tv who disenchanted the dearth of company by serving droned nature footage astounding in plumage evolution hyperbole
Guests stir on the second floor walkway like the mist unseen both feeding and whittling down as they say into a pastiche best regarded in a forgiving buzzed moment of clawed indulgence
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