Random words of the day: Square. Saddle
So the old crow speaks. Well, okay, it, lets out a sound… If that cry actually contains spoken words or is something else entirely, we’ll have to wait a little bit longer to find out… Uhm… But look, it’s wearing glasses! And a saddle! That’s not something birds usually wear! I wonder what that’s all about! So, if you could please just look at the unorthodox bird (that is not the giant seagull flying an artist to a mysterious location) and pay no heed to my failed attempt at talking myself out of that, uhm… Look! Bird!
The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade
Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs
The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event
One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”
Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow
It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry
For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.
For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.
For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.
For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.