From your friendly neighborhood Etruscan augur.
I heard not a bird today.
The sky was hidden by clouds to earth have fallen as a wary mist.
So now begins my words to mark today's occasion:
My Auspice for the 20170120 Inauguration
Upon the morning there blows a golden sigh -
Silent wings that doubt the clouds so high - The sun which warms the day as words pronounce a solemn gift - Which we embrace as pushing away with want of greatness be - Again, imagine fine the talons which four winters are a clutching - Through which the grains escape, weak fingers barely touching -