Growing in the vale
By the uplands hilly,
Growing straight and frail,
Lady Daffadowndilly.
In a golden crown,
And a scant green gown
While the spring blows chilly,
Lady Daffadown,
Sweet Daffadowndilly.
by David RoderickEasy enough now that we've revised
the bestiary, captured it in pixels
and released it on the Net. Our demise
is your demise, your hell our hell:
oceans brought to simmer, birds
concussed ...