Rattled hibernating monster's cage,

jabbed stick further between bars space....

poked nose,

carelessly close

secrets not of ears to shout out in prose –

careful passing by drafty expose,

satisfaction comes frighteningly from shadows;

We've gotta name for you,

simplicity in the words to choose,

non-complemental.... no sympathetic vibrations flowing through,

about as special as the gum sticking upon ones' shoe –

easily scraped off whoosh

washed down drain chute

treasure never claimed valuable loot,

gratifying words devolve to scything toots;

gargling proclamations faint,

smile gives way self fain –

Have never been happier to see less of the rain.