An Autumn Ogle Looking back with one glance after another No other than a squirrel Flits about in the oak trees Whilst towards me you cast an autumn ogle motionless Whilst over the clam clouds the indigo sky waves swoop Cornering me over and over Varicolored brute force, with brute force Amidst the oak trees revolting Amidst burning aflame, playing dumb Betweenwhiles you get worked up No other t..
