Cider so hard you need a hammer and chisel to drink it
Resulting in puckered lips that would make an Instagram influencer jealous
It leaves an impression on the consumer’s soul
Searing the memory of that tree, that branch, that fruit, that moment
Permanently into your psyche
Her plumage was that of royalty, and she flaunted it.
Every other bird in the barnyard was jealous of her perfection.
Not that the fox cared, but he was impressed with her taste.
There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life
If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive
Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural
It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous
Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left
Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow