Surreal Mornings a Short Walk From Home
Bishop’s Blanket
An endless foggy blanket, keeping ol’ Bishop warm
A misty sunrise, leaves my heart torn
Oh’ to fly like a bird, over there, oh I bet!
They get up early too, which they also don’t regret
To capture or to cry, a beauty so intense
Overrun by sleepiness, no longer on the fence
I could have stayed back at home, warm in my bed
But instead I hiked Bishops, warming my heart instead
