caper catch

You fasten the clasp  
around your throat 
and let fly
out behind you, all afloat 

There's a catch to it 
that you cinch-caught sure,
and you know it won't loose 
'til you let it pour 
from your shoulders
and neck, at opportune time.
You'll emerge safe and dry,
home free, 
so fine. 

In such fair fashion of yours, 
you stream forth. No
crusade of yours, just
a caper of sorts - 
with a hitch at your throat, 
you grow sudden spread wings! 

And you'll walk out on air 
'til the dawnbird sings.