SOLILOQUY WHIMSY

SOLILOQUY WHIMSY

10-6-25

I want to write something..

anything..

Just make it fantastic..

sublime..

Bombastic, even!

Like..

the murmuration of starlings..

speed hurling on suicidal dives of..

incomprehensible insanity.

Almost like death wishes on a wing..

From right to left,

left to right,

up to down, down to up..then finally,

right, down, up, left..

chasing air..

reminiscent of fighter pilots desperate to live..or score.

Or..maybe..

Write about a murder of crows

All lined up neatly

in rows..

In tiny black death bags..

As a congress of ravens hold forth..

waddling around importantly

as if their non-existent arms are crossed behind their backs..

in contemplation..

Of this mystery murder of a murder unforeseen..

unforeknown..

unfathomable.

Thus..

requiring rumination and discussion..

As noisy as a cackle of hyenas arguing..

the merits of a motive?

Impelling a parliament of owls to gather

give sage counsel..

of where to start,

how to proceed,

when to end..

before a conspiracy of lemurs

give forth with

a business of ferrets

adorned in a flamboyance of flamingoes

in finery of foolishness

flittering

fancy-like.

Meanwhile,

a towering of giraffes..

chew the treetops,

ever so aloof as if..

so high above it all..

While the unkindness of ravens is more effusive..

unlike the wake of vultures celebrating the dead..

hovering to care for the remains.

The scurry of squirrels ends this

Soliloquy of a lone madman

reporting to an Ambush of Tigers

in hopes of lulling them..

to make good his escape.

Peace