Dec 2020
The crow one-eyes me,
Gives me the up and down,
Then stabs at the ground
And harpoons a blue and white,
A tiny caterpillar only seconds old,
A hatch-ling, one minute in the sun,
How brief, how pure,
Life is never over before its begun.
Gives me the up and down,
Then stabs at the ground
And harpoons a blue and white,
A tiny caterpillar only seconds old,
A hatch-ling, one minute in the sun,
How brief, how pure,
Life is never over before its begun.
Time is a quiz that we all pass with honours. Doesn't it feel like you have just arrived? Doesn't it feel quick?
