While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen, <br /> <br />A toddler's fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine. <br /> <br />Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine <br /> <br />Feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.<br /><br />Terry O'Leary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-of-crystalline/
