Fall's fragrance comes in a backpacked puff of breeze,
When the leaves turn brown, crinkling to a frown.
In releasing its aroma and sojourning in my nasal caves,
There's a prickle in my nose, holding back, it waives:
Inhaling double-stop jolted breaths, I begin to sneeze.
. . . Two blinks of an eye later . . .
Boldly perched, curtly mannered, is an uncouth bird,
Interrupting a moment's peace on my vehicle and so,
The bird mechanically twitched its head at me,
As if asking, "Who on what world are you?" but instead,
"God oppress you!" said the bird, "Cheap, cheap!"
"My car is not cheap! What's all the blasphemy about?"
I irately replied. "This may sound crazy, but hear me out,"
said the bird, "Cheap, cheap," repeating, "Cheap, cheap!"
Laving rain pours! Crackling fingers descend the augur sky.
Slowly inhaling slurps of air brings with them the icy tastes of rain,