Quirkalone, II

...Pulling myself out with guidance and counseling's rope Patiently as a serpent in its hole Very careful not to doze I wait and watch close Moving so silent to listen, and slow I pounce on my wants and needs in a froze In secret creativity I glow Onlookers blinking with a mute brow My heart is full of love as a dove High up above in its kind zone Warming its bold spirit's tone Living on dangerous selfless zenith slope Continually warm, inborn with intelligent glove Heating up in an era of prejudice stove Yet, building an apotheosis of a record breaking show The quail, that crosses the mangrove and meadow To deliver a message of conquered quest in a land of snow