Where does one find this elusive beast?
Endangered Species List perhaps...

No longer whistles do I hear
When construction zones I'm walking near...

I've spoken many times before
Of the choices we must make...

There are
two hundred...

I sincerely wish the noble crows
had kept their feet to themselves...

Not to contact you again was your request.
One that I have honored these many years...

I am from the olden days
from common sense...

Heavy weighs the stone of life
Upon this weary soul...

Speak not of that which might have been
Not Summer's kiss, nor Winter's bliss...

Curious creatures
are we...

He sits atop his literary throne
built from junkyard treasures...

There's a path
that meanders...