Rare flutes in drizzle 
shining from sight:  
 
We hardy knew Dionysius.   
 
A flesh-eating virus attacked, aged him.  
 
We never forget and we do not forgive. Even tho we’re too fat to have insurance, our moms were always supportive. Viruses bring this on. The wind too. Boo is emphatic. Shivers of a sigh, I made messes all over the nestling ground to suit a creative purpose.   
 
At least I have my integrity.