He baked his way into the sky
By cookie, cake and pie;
His muffin tent became sky boat
With oven heat enough to float
A kitchen full of rye.
That lemon basil muffin went
With the wind and welcome scent
Until Lark’s baking day was done,
Towns formed for feasts of pine nut buns,
Awaiting the descending tent.
Life is raw and full of awe,
An oven’s full of care,
Share and share is kitchen law
By both land and air.
Drawn by Nocturne whose art can be found here.