On a quiet night,
the old man
smokes a stogie
sitting on the porch.
He can only watch
the little beetles
with lanterns
light up the sky.
Now he knows better,
he doesn’t chase
after them,
collect fireflies
in Mason jars.
He doesn’t pull
their wings apart,
curious about how
they glimmer and fly.
He knows that
their blinking bulbs
are temporary
as his life,
the fading light
that glows.
©️mft
Beautiful. Hauntingly so.
Thank you. 🙏🏻
Words that come after you in a beautiful dark way
That was my grandfather. He lived his stogies. 🙂
Beautiful.
https://www.fotobloggarna.se/faglar/krakan-som-fick-fnatt-the-crow-who-got-crazies/
Check this.
What a sad crow. I never thought about a crow having mental illness. ☹️
One of the most weird thing I saw😳
For sure.