Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i walk with her
through the zealand forest
her diminutive talons fall, lightly
upon lush moss and lichen
she likes lichen, as i do
a nibble - here and there
in moderation, of course
i nestle under her wing-like appendage
the soft down of her wing-socket
warm against my tongue
little beasties, a bounty of beasties
stir, and scurry through her feathers
like the myrmidons of achilles
scouring the plain of troy
stripping the armor of the sons of priam
and heaping humiliation with their pitiless bronze
upon their broken corpses...
she wears her parasites like the night
cloaked in ambient protein
a meal unto itself, given freely
by this petite and diminutive avian
i would kill for her - so don't try anything

she wears her parasites like the night
cloaked in ambient protein
a meal unto itself, given freely
by this petite and diminutive avian
i would kill for her - so don't try anything

she must be a beauty Dino.

that last line is a killer *grins*

Enjoyed....as always m'dear.

m

you've got a bad case of the Flightless Bird......worse than the Avian Flu.......well written, creative, funny, and left open to more than the obvious.....

<grin>
that was awesome.

sluggo!!!

I've read this multiple times, I like it that much I keep returning.

thanks! may your luck change and then some.

I won't try anything.

Oh yeah....
I would too.
Dig the read.
H

i'm not sure of this
but i sure read it
twice or thrice it
harpoons the myth
if i'm not mythtakin'

My second read was just as much of a blast! You trip the light fantastic, with Trojan War and ornithology meshed. Super cool.

John