Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious…
"Doctor Flowers, why did you take that picture?"
It was a bitter, bitter cold January, icy winds wail across the Jekyll Island Wharf. Between camera battery replacements. I photographed the winter sun, an old fire box, shrimp boats with nets rocking. Thence I spied the watchbird fifteen degrees from the perogee. "European thrush, ousel, grackle?" My fingers too numb to open Peterson, my soul pierced as if by icicles. Hearing Shakespeare, "The woozel-cock so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill…"
"Doctor Flowers, WHY did you take that picture?"
O falcon-headed great god Horus, winged god of the sky who's superior, forsighted vision shields us from present fears and warns of dangers to come…
"DOCTOR FLOWERS, THAT picture?"
Reminded me of an old ZZ Top song, "she's hot as a pepper but smooth as a Mexican brew. So head for the border and put in an order or two. The wings of the blackbird will spread like an eagle for you."
"Doctor Flowers??"
Quoth Flowers, "Nevermore."
Title: Blackbird, Turdus merula. r0270-14
Series: None of the Above
Location: Jekyll Island, Georgia
Glynn County
Date: 31 January 1989
Well, that's not good. I hope the situation straightened itself upright.
Posted by: Vermont Neighbor | 23 August 2005 at 12:29 AM