3 dips pr. trip an' 2 gone by; sit 'n sip sky suckd dry by hi sun: well, drunkd. Mournful lowing of dovely sighs draw'n down to ground by earths cry, an' in trepid tendrils fog heavens vault drains. Regurgitate. The owlsmate flew th' coop: bring'd one home by claw: click, squawk, track moms maw, suck down owlpuke, they woken to this life rawly, chalkdown'd an' blind but to beakbrine: daily bread. One dip left. Egg-to-be-crack'd. Silent. Plaster gapp'd midstream, one sil'nt thought to bubbl an' mend chap and seam, lavawise: omeletlike: scabbily: Mothers reply to some neverend'g sigh.