I wrote a hundred letters
Saying subtle things
To work a transformation
On a fly with golden wings
Happens I am like a cat
inching t'wards a bird
But the bird is dead
And my inching is absurd.
- Author: Jabberwocky ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2017 02:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 40
Comments3
Good thought provoking write.
It's not about cat-ching the bird that is important . Just like catching a fish is not what fishing is about .
Depends how hungry you are. 🙂
Ouch.
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