March just seemed to ooze away...
No lions.No lambs.
But the month this year
Was filled with lotsa
Rampaging lions…
And some
Gently portending lambs.
My balcony Buddha,
Has watched with
Shivering determination
And hopeful delight.
Now backed by netting
Installed to protect him…
And my table…
And my rocking chair…
From pigeons.
The interstices seem
To invite some bullet journalling
Above the rail
And some graphed diagramming
Below the rail.
Maybe my balcony Buddha
Wants us all to notice
More about our daily worlds
And to jot down our observations
To give voice to our eyes.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course
