Onehundred Thirty

A Riddle

The Vowels

We are little airy creatures,

All of different voice and features;

One of us in glass is set,

One of us you'll find in jet.

T'other you may see in tin,

And the fourth a box within.

If the fifth you should pursue,

It can never fly from you.

By Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)

WOTD:

Intelligentsia - (n) intellectuals forming a vanguard or elite

Haiku:

Follow me swiftly

Into the depths of myself

Buckle up, hold on.