I don’t yet know what that means, but it seemed like a good thing to say at the time; just in case!
It’s been almost three months since I uttered a word here, well wrote a word here, more accurately. It’s a sad moment. The enormous butterfly coy that has lived in our coy pond for ten years or more, has been on his side for a month, breathing but immobile. Today, our friend Fred came over and removed him. He was beautiful; even though the pond is not, it looks empty. Maybe, maybe not.
Christmas Eve; Mass at 6 p.m.
The Purple Plethora
I met a Purple Plethora
while walking on our beach;
I reached down to snatch its crown,
It scurried out of reach.
Why would a Purple Plethora
Wear a Golden Crown
On its serious purple head
With face made for a frown?
No Lewis Carroll am I am I,
Just a scared mouth-breather.