Masked Bandit
"Good morning, Mr. Chickadee!"
I greeted out the window.
Startled, the Masked Bandit
Stopped and chided me
For such a noisy interruption.
"How dare you intrude
Upon my solitude?"
If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Ok Mark, I was a little easy on you with the flowers, but what's up with the bird!! Has Mark Wilson and HWC gone to the birds?? Or all you all becoming flower children?
ReplyDeleteI appreciate you my friend. Just having a little fun. WAR
Yep -- gone to the birds!
ReplyDeleteActually, here's the story. I was up really early having my quiet time, and then I looked out the open window and saw a chickadee -- just a few inches from me. but, unfortunately, in my efforts to look closer, I startled the little guy and he started chirping at me, like he was angry. Then, I thought, maybe he was up early trying to have some solitude too!