Goody Hoo, the night?s upon you Moonlight lays lazy across your face in a silvery glaze Your eyes are quick but stationary Feathers are thick with oils and excess Stretching through blue simmering shivers Cool iridescent quivers Who are you to raise a question? Tight tree bark claws grip onto anything that dares to blink Your dissidence will see no jury, so eloquent your fury never shows Flows to the blue simmering shivers, cool iridescent quivers