Cooing Rock Doves dance their circling mating ritual, its spring time
a man with a telescope fathoms the Universe and he says its so much better than ***
all the doc's scratch their heads at an unknown illness and prescribe something of a guess
teachers are thanking God its Friday
while poets drown in their own miserable efforts after looking in the bottom of a glass for days, weeks , months, and decades
this is the twenty first century and not that much has changed, except robots are getting more savvy by the hour.