Sunday, 7 December 2008

Reflection on the Arbitrary Quality of Life


In the Park the ducks get fed,
Kind people throw them bits of bread.
Oh, what a rotten stroke of luck,
To be hatched a pigeon, and not a duck!


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8 comments:

  1. mm8 December 2008 at 06:01

    You have a good eye, RR. Very nice!

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  2. herhimnbryn8 December 2008 at 12:10

    Nice one;)

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  3. Relatively Retiring8 December 2008 at 12:35

    Thank you, mm and HHnB. I felt very sorry for that poor old pigeon watching the feeding frenzy!

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  4. Anonymous10 December 2008 at 07:54

    But in the Square the table's turned,
    The pigeons feed, no crumb is spurned.
    The ducks, so clumsy on webbed feet,
    Can only watch the pigeons eat.

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  5. Relatively Retiring10 December 2008 at 20:17

    Brilliant, Peregrina - but where's your blog and where's your photograph?

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  6. pohanginapete10 December 2008 at 22:24

    I've been waiting for inspiration to respond with a few lines of verse, but my brain's all used up and besides, Peregrina's now done it — wonderfully.

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  7. Relatively Retiring11 December 2008 at 08:48

    PPete: it's not like you to be lost for words, but I imagine you are bowled over by the rapid development of my photographic skills!

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  8. Anonymous6 January 2009 at 00:51

    LOL! So true, so true.

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