Dangers In Hand
A comic poem. Which always involves anthropomorphism since nature is the funniest thing ever.
Dangers In Hand The roses have scampered the moat, scaled the wall overrun the ramparts and taken the parapets. Soon, in a decade or two, the castle will fall to them because they are driven by their heady aroma and they are in the very flower of their youth. A nightingale, up early, or stopping by after a very late party, exchanges boasts with a mockingbird. Things are becoming heated, feathers may fly, unless someone, a good natured toddler would be best, arrives soon with a a big bag of birdseed. Job done, seed scattered, the bickering has stopped and the fight averted. They return to being jovial neighbors, amiably chatting about the weather and the nesting and mating prospects. They sound so fine, warbling back and forth, filling the air with such beauty, they must be on retainer. With the dangers of the immediate area well in hand, I can now drink my coffee in relative peace. Vaison-5/23
Very creative and humorous.
These extreme life threatening illness change the way we look at life forever, that's just the way it is.