Matters knot

A both aye’ve scene on downy wings,

boughed beneath moonlit knight.

And ate black cats in Alis

rooms, two fat to eke a mouse.

Eye’ve Romed, I’ve clowned,

aye’ve neighsayed big gots

Playered colour on a feeled,

without the u. vs. me.

Meet in the sandwich, meat in the language.

We wander lonely as a cloud,

we wonder weather it’s aloud

to let these words, black, brown, or brindle,

be themselves.

Bee them salves.

However they wish to spell their whethery id.