And Call

Roseate plumage un-blanks the staged welfare

Presumed incipient and all the daggers 

Primped to prevaricate in pursuit of having

It both ways (Avoid using the words

"Both sides" anywhere near me) I'm

One thin rodeo away from the tripwire

I hesitate to pluck if just to hear 

Whatever tone might rise from that baseline bass

We'll call the beginning until and unless

You prefer to undress your feathering

Just solo guess at the crest tipping up 

And down the folds of winter interfering

With the ringtone chosen to allow in 

Only the pale crowd of those at your beck