conjuring conures

garden conures were singing
to all eyes a beholder
passing the news beak to beak

witching hours were ringing
as the cauldron grew colder
from out of the treetops did peek

our moon and mars were dancing
first shoulder to shoulder
then sailing along cheek to cheek

hour by hour advancing
though mars may be older
further ahead he did sneak

the pair now are glancing
from afar burns the smolder
nearly forgotten next week

About Brad Werner

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