Apparently we are suffering the coldest May since 1997 ..or was it 96 ? And in between the coldness we've had stacks of heavy rain. Right now I can hear it bashing against the "office" windows. A couple of hours ago I was binning 40-ish Swifts and 10-ish Sand Martins desperately flying low over a local expanse of water, totally silent, desperately trying to find something to keep them alive, battling through the downpour. The older I get, the soppier I get .... I "rescue" woodlice/flies/spiders from the house ... they've no chance of surviving there .... every flattened bird hurts, every squashed squirrel, every midge on the windscreen ... though there aren't so many of them nowadays. And I think of all the not-fed-enough featherless chicks in their nests dying of cold and hunger. But for some odd reason, songs about sad things can be uplifting ..... like this one.. She says, "Wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her Birds are leaving over autumn's ending One of us will die inside these arms Eyes wide open, naked as we came One will spread our ashes around the yard She says, "If I leave before you, darling Don't you waste me in the ground" I lay smiling like our sleeping children One of us will die inside these arms Eyes wide open, naked as we came One will spread our ashes around the yard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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