Goldfinches by Mary Oliver
Some goldfinches were having a melodious argument at the edge of a puddle. The birds wanted to bathe, or perhaps just to dip their heads and look at themselves, and they were having trouble with who should be first, and so on. So they discussed it while I stood in the distance, listening. Perhaps in Tibet, in the old holy places, they also have such fragile bells. Or are these birds really just that, bells come to us--come to this road in America--let us bow our heads and remember now how we used to do it, say a prayer. Meanwhile the birds bathe and splash and have a good time. Then they fly off, their dark wings opening from their bright, yellow bodies; their tiny feet, all washed, clasping the air.

Bwahahahahahaha! I'll try to remember this.
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Luv the boss with the board with the nail in it!
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ReplyDeleteBetter to call in well, instead of calling in sick perhaps ? Too well to work...
Is the boss an alien? (note antenna sticking out of head....)
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I'm calling in sick.
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Because I can't see.
You can't see?
Yes I can't see going to work today.
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If you don't already know of him, may I recommend Dr Grumpy
http://drgrumpyinthehouse.blogspot.com/