Rattlers and Shooting Stars

I don't chirp very much... anymore. I prefer to show case this journey in stanza. Those open-ended cages that shooting stars and rattlers occasionally escape from. I choose not to be around the "them." the earth stream is cascading with "them" the users the flame throwers of hurt and abuse the spoilers of the soul Polluters of good dreams. I prefer to nest in a maelstrom of verse, and the wonderful shadows they breed.