Day #17: A Lark

Too tired to care

No words up there

The cupboard was bare

Wait, is that a hare?

In such a state, did I dare

To cycle through weather, windy and fair

Oh, what a glorious pair

Do you notice the sun’s glare

The one in back, quite the stare

My mind a blank is somewhat rare

This is what happens beware

Here’s the halfway where