Through thistles and thicket
It plunders and whistles
Voice hoarse and rasping
Gasping for warmth.
Nobody finds nectar
In ruddy rosacea blooms
Faltering. Stuttering. Hits window.
Now lies by the bucket
Where polyester ice squeaks.
Through thistles and thicket
It plunders and whistles
Voice hoarse and rasping
Gasping for warmth.
Nobody finds nectar
In ruddy rosacea blooms
Faltering. Stuttering. Hits window.
Now lies by the bucket
Where polyester ice squeaks.