The cuckold finch
An urban myth
Snarks with a word,
A subliminal wink.
Messaged in youth
It was Gauguined
When most susceptible
And intra-wired
With glue and feathers.
Indoctrinating its young
The cuckold finch
Makes friends
Out of enemies
Then socially bombards
The SOB’s, turning
Pillow cases into
tainted glycerin,
A blast into statement.
Its web feet
Stem the tide
Fulfilling hornet dreams
Thrumming in V’s
Led by
The cuckold finch
Triumphant in disguise,
Pointedly puncturing
A rapid stinger reset.
one note: last week I avoided squishing a woolly worm on the Greenway, noticing his orange band stretched nearly from head to tail...
prediction?
From a couple searches I have ascertained this means we will have a mild winter.
Well, we'll see--as the temps here have fallen pretty rapidly...it is almost as if October was passed over entirely for November!
picture by Shitao on Flickr.
