rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

An Actual Sunset

There was still a bit of light in the sky at half past five this evening, and I thought oh, spring is poking its nose into January. It is, you know. It's creeping up like a cat after a gopher, who will dive into its hole and not come out again until the cat goes back to sleep. This will happen slowly, however. Despite today's hours of sun and the rosy light that hugged the horizon after the sun settled behind it, there will soon be rain again, and the night is already getting chilly.

I can see Orion hanging out overhead, filling the silence with intent. A hunter himself, he knows the cat will wake and will eventually catch that gopher. Persistence is all it takes for those very skilled to get their way. Behind each gray day spring lurks, just waiting for that bright sun that will expose dazzled winter to its quick fangs and claws. For now I'm happy to have the gopher scuttling about rustling the leftover leaves. I will speak softly to spring that it will nap on, purring in its sleep. Plenty of time for you, later. This is the time for what sleeps underground.

Sunday Verse

No Holes Without Bits

by Pat Ingoldsby

Should you ever go into Bartholomew Pringle's Emporium
to get your ears pierced
be sure to ask for the bits back when he is finished.
"Bartholomew Pringle — can I have the bits back please?"
He will tell you that there are none.
He will swear it to you.
He will say
—"Bits? What bits?
I don't know what bits you are talking about?"
Do not take any of his nonsense.
—"Bartholomew Pringle. I am not a fool. Don't lie to me.
You have just made little holes in my ears.
Of course there are bits. Little bits of me. They are mine.
Hand them over this minute
or you will force me to take the hedge clippers to you."

Otherwise he will put them into a tin box with all the others
—the ones he is saving to build a huge big gigantic ear
capable of listening to kittens
whispering secrets to one another
in the wardrobe after dark
when they think that nobody can hear them.

Get your bits back. Save the kittens.


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