their eyes blinked in morse
we acted like robins do
but our phosphorescent
crests were withering
ash glissaded onto him
it piled until he animated
he then conducted the clouds
with his glitter
upon his dusk we find our gleam fading
in our skulls was the pounding of his dash
we flew so far away
from our nest
to where we believed skybathing was safe
but now we've stirred
when to go
he invades us until sleep
no one can dream
when we wake up we can't
breathe free
with the sky suds we cleanse
but our nemesis still invaded
so we close the clam shell
but still felt his breath