Thursday, January 16, 2025

Tinkering With Time

 

Waiting for death at the graveyard, traipsing

one of my abstruse moods. I noticed a grayish-hued

Cardinal was stalking me, going from one gravestone to

another chirping one strident song, my swan song,

rhapsodized by some lonely caretaker. My lifetime

eulogy sputtered out within minutes by this tiny 

creature. 



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