Mood:
silly…An eye all black and somber o'er a flightless, naked wing;
A caw for the unkindness, neither essence nor machine.
And He who made the tiger fierce, and He who bore the lamb:
Did God who cast the ocean blue so forge you in His hand?...
From the Collected Works of Leith Paltry (‘On a Hatchling’)
...that old boy's got a way with words, don't he?
Nothing's finer than a fourteener, right?
Posted by shanekentknolltrey
at 1:54 AM MNT
Updated: Friday, 7 December 2007 1:03 PM MNT
