Cocksure Whistler - The Aislers Set

Showers shimmy like the rain’s bombast

And the cocksure whistlers up the autumn mast

Blows the leaves on by with a lazy breath

A puckered wisdom and violence of a season

Showers icy but the streets are chalk

Like the cocksure whistler’s on a winter walk

Calls the snow like father with a frozen gait

He’ll sell your joys for a fireplace

For the season