furthering nature observance

The ravens Myrtle and Melvin
did not judge the brand new bistro
as the battlefield was yet warm.

“I can’t get into a buteo mood,”
Raven Myrtle confessed to Raven
Melvin. He replied, “well fingernails caked
in blood, mud, gore, frankly my taste for
fingernails caked with blood, mud, gore, has gone
into a sabbatical and I doubt
I shall see such a taste return too soon.”

Just then their lanky heron waiter
sought to see if they were ready to eat.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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2 Responses to furthering nature observance

  1. ayaladn says:

    you shall always be the original Birdman…


    • being visited by sentimental flashbacks
      (we met while I had the fine fortune of living in a foreign land
      which wonderful time and place is presently far far away)

      yeah it seems like birds always manage to appear in the pictures


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