Small, and bright, a tiny snowflake is falling down toward the floor of the "Vaper insomniacs-' up around the clock '-
vaping chit chat music and more.."
thread. It drifts and wafts, floats and glides, and waxing turns powder blue; then blue; then azure, blue, then Royal blue! It's edges extend outward, wing like, and lined, and the form of a Byrd is taking shape. A plain, brown, wooden, perch, with a bevel cut on 1/4 of the "T" appears on the floor of the
thread and, the ice now drops, drips, and finally becomes YardByrd! He lazily drifts onto his perch, seizes it strongly, and the platinum "YB" medallion around his neck glows a steady green. You hear a deep, smooth, male, Latin, voice translating for him:
"Hail, lauds, and greetings Oh conscious ones who yearn for rest! It is at the behest of your sister, known to me as Reddhott booopy, that I sojourn to your Realm, again, this morning. Peace be with you all. The Yuletide is receding and the New Year beckons us all! In keeping with sesaonal themes, and greetings, I had to stop in to try to lend some color or attempt at variety to soothe and relieve you all. So I offer, as usual, a small poem to give you reflection....and maybe a laugh going into your New Year!" YardByrd bows low, wings spread, and lifting his head, nods once to the left, once to the right, and once straight forward. He, and his perch, are suddenly gone and you hear a distant farewell...."CAW!"
Sleep is perverse as human nature,
Sleep is perverse as a legislature,
Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters,
And where it is least desired, it loiters.
-Ogden Nash