The nipping night and the milky moon
Together set up the mind for a prune
The albescent snow falling upon
Its feathers as I sat on a futon
With a cup of brown blistery coffee
The cambage yellow into a lemon quilled Canany an attendee
Often against my drabby window
Utters with a musical note a Glossy bestow
Conformed with the change
And so might be...