I have tried from the beginning of this blog to be saying things that might be important, or useful, or – rational, even.
I am pretty sure, from the reaction to this blog in the time since I commenced it, that that has been pointless.
Images seem to be the solution to that problem; so here are some:
I wrote sort of a poem earlier this evening.
It was about a bird.
And about human cruelty.
So, since these all turned out to be bird pictures, here it is.
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It Was A Bird
I once drew down upon a bird;
It was with my home made slingshot;
I pulled back the elastics and looked;
At something so beautiful that;
I can’t now understand why;
I let it fly…
…The rock, I mean
That flew
At that bird
In the back yard of my best friend.
But I did;
Let it fly;
And it did;
Fly;
And it struck;
And I cheered;
But all these years since, I cry
Every time I remember
That bird.
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