That's a bit harsh

Oh no
Not again!

At the very least I now have the title for my book

soggy sheep seek sustenance from snowbound straw


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For Better or "Verse"
Twitcher or Door Man

The tragic tale of a Woman trapped in a loveless marriage to a Concierge and her failed attempt to set up nest with a passionate Ornithologist who has a way with words.

"Like a Kiwi (Apteryx mantelli), we're doomed not to fly"

Oft times, I feel much like you, kiwi bird,
Grounded, yes, but still, yet yearning to fly
An earthbound bird, whose voice is seldom heard
Flinging his heart and his soul to the sky

I saw you once, with all of your brothers
Where are you? Hear me, are you there? I cry
If you are now gone, like all the others
What hope, then, I ask, for one such as I?

I, too, face extinction, dear flightless bird
Although not quite as fast as you, it seems
Walking this tightrope into the absurd
Yet holding my hopes, and all of my dreams

Perhaps we both, dear bird, as night draws nigh,
Will then have raced the wind, and touched the sky