I’m big on trying; but have I succeeded?
Well, I’ve neither redacted; or deleted.
Yes, I have couched it all in flowery words.
Fully deposed in meditations on birds.
If you have read me, you know me thru & thru.
I am all that I say & my word speaks true.
When in righteous anger, I first kick my tires.
Earnest colors even my cynic satire.
What is said & what’s not…either gives answer.
Maybe I’m a listening necromancer?
At the end, when I’m permanently seated…
Life tried & completed; Success will cede it.
L.B.Stowe 