Ze muze, she be capricious

[mybackup2022]

It was very, very cold this morning when I walked down to the Embassy. There was a dead bird lying on the pavement, and I thought how awful the smell would be if it suddenly got warm. And thus 3 lines of poetry were born:

Down sweeps the heat
and the cadavers blossom
with life their death engendered.

Dunno why, but I quite like it.

*shakes head at self*

Comments

[gypaetus.livejournal.com]

Different thoughts: I would have thought: poor birdie...... and maybe I could have saved it if I had been there earlier.....

Cold and winter here too (29°C 8 days ago...) .... and migrating birds still on their way :-((((