Pot Boiling To Save the Day

O Lord have Mercy, here it is! Another spotless 'write' page on AP. Auto-correct save me! Time to open the drapes, let some light in, take out the mind-words and not get them stuck between tone-deaf teeth. It's a big thing this plucking at the skin of a morning rooster to see if is has some cock a doodle to say. Must relax to the max, must flatter, coax, and cajole a mumbling morning muse, make it trot all over this white space a place left over from my last endeavor or whatever. Lordy, I have an inclination, the pressure of poesy demands that I write of dragonflies, of scintillating flights and other such transparent temporizations. To enter the compound eye of a crystalline sky to wiz off on a hope and a prayer. There, tiz done. Fear not that it means not a lot. It is a big thing in a small think; a matter and fact, and well set, to be this flicker in a gnatcatchers net.