Bon Voyage, Monsieur Ryan

Don’t cough, what bright spotlight through this here window pane.
It is the tweet and Matt Ryan is no longer the sun.
Go fly, fair son, and be still with the plentifully stunned.

Go forth, go forth, wherever you will,
Unwind stiff muscles and refute all the shame
Or if now be not a good time to peel off game gloves
Then I’ll no longer dream of playing for an ornithologist.

~!~

The Atlanta Falcons have announced that their quarterback for more than a decade is stripping off the humidity of the south’s red, black, and white for mid-western climes in hues of white and blue.  No longer a predatory bird will Matt Ryan be; instead, he shall become a mammal — a colt.  Even though his football days, weeks, months, and years in Atlanta can coldly be summarized as a refrain of so-close-and-yet-so-far, and it was often painful to watch the Falcons play in the last several years, the good times were really good, weren’t they?

I’ll treasure always the picture of the pig he drew me when he was a rookie.

PS. Yes, there is a reason why the opening of the entry sounds familiar.