A mysterious grey spectre emerged from the autumnal morning mist Webbed feet and feathers: an innocent nymph from a bountiful brook New to our automated metal world of fumes and recycling of the unrecyclable She opened one eye for the first time and saw - grey! Emboldened by this resonance, she made across the road She was not halfway across when her other eye opened and she saw - colour! A brilliant swirling pool of hydrocarbons; compressed life; crowded ancestors They showed her her true face She did not move; she could only look and wonder 'Ugly duckling, or graceful cygnet?' But her contemplation was cut short By the intervention of a fucking great lorry Stuffed to bursting point with intrauterine devices, saccharine, and white slaves
Reason for writing:
The world bares its teeth to all, including innocents and newcomers. Potential may be invested in the ill-fated. Sometimes our fate is decided very early on . . .
Birth sign: Taurus
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