Pretty (A Nice Dream)

Are you not pretty, am not I;
we see within ourselves
whether we are dumb or bold,
within our minds we dwell.
 
If pretty is as pretty does
then fish and fowl are so
pretty they couldn't imagine
what anyone but they know.
 
A world could not be prettier
if waving goodbye to itself
and drowning in its own mirage
so pretty upon its shelf.
 
The prettiest mouse still runs away
to not be caught although it may
attract the coyest, smartest of cats
nothing more true is prettier than that.
 
The later it gets, the prettier still
is darkness which descends:
It rises high, that evening sky
as pretty a dream it befriends.
 
I rise to catch a falling star,
the prettiest one to fall by far,
as pretty nice a flight as it was to me
I'm pretty sure it was only a dream.
 
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#StevieSmith