No theme in today’s show & tell
I’m tired of the Global North. I don’t want to look at
photos. I just want to write my poem. & then she said & this is big:
how do you take your tea? She had a beautiful body. On occasions you could see
it through her clothes. Then I took the dogs for a walk & sang a song for
the birds. To show them not all that’s human is scum. Best to let your guest
add their own milk. I’m back. Next is a dance for the finches & wrens in the
garden. Apparently you can only prepare a garden for small OR big birds.
Because the two won’t co-habit. The big birds bully out the small birds. The landlord
has created a garden for small birds. Either consciously or unwittingly.
Anyway, I’m glad. Though I half expect Bunjil the eagle to swoop down &
steal a wren, in sore need of focus. There once was a cat named Rodg & he
drove a car through my house. As it was to catch a mouse. His back legs were
all shot. Coz he grew up in a lab & was genetically modified like a
tortoise, kind of Hieronymus Bosch.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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