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!


8 comments:

mm said...

You have a good eye, RR. Very nice!

herhimnbryn said...

Nice one;)

Relatively Retiring said...

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

peregrina said...

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.

Relatively Retiring said...

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

pohanginapete said...

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.

Relatively Retiring said...

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!

kat said...

LOL! So true, so true.