The Baltimore Cat-

The rotunda shape shifts into mood

wrung from "yonge sonne" subtracted from

homespun tales where something happened 

in private a miniature of tresses past

mimicking a French roll in the hay

and why not grace the outer welt with 

a pelt heretofore unseen twice before

flaws metamorphose into laws

by cracky confidence eventually 

mans up supposing an opportunity

to turn bluebirds into cash machines

as fated says the extrasensory host

organism matter of pipe organ

lodged to underpin the upstairs vocal

tribe to jibe with relics revived

to toughen faith untaint all saints