Holy Flockers

Having written for my 757th day in a row(3067 of the past 3088) and not particularly inspired to bang out some more words at the moment, I could stop here and just whatever, as I'll later work on my Write It Daily Book, but...I know I won't. I'll write on.

That's not bad at all. That's a lot of days.

Good on me.

There are the loud sounds outside of birds. f they're looking at me as I look outside...I'll be worried. If not...a passing loudness I can bear.

Okay, Hitchcock's birds they ain't(Phew).

And now they've stopped
Their awful noising
And we breathe a sigh
Of deep relief
For we both imagined
But for moments
An awful turn
Of bloody bad

Ah...a story of birds attacking. Yes, it's been done, it doesn't mean I can't do a version of my own.

Anyway, I'm out, other places to blog. Be well.

Next when.


Charles Petrie