Flights of the butterfly

  • Dark morning

    Went for a short saunter at about five a.m. A little bird was singing his head off in a tree nearby. Now, this struck me as odd. It was a very dark, cloudy morning and about two hours before dawn. No moon, no starlight. Unless the little fella was using his smartphone, how did he know to…

  • POOR LITTLE SOD

    It was early afternoon when they bounced us on the track, And there wasn’t any cover to be had. But, they didn’t have high ground, so it wasn’t all that bad And I found a little shell hole built for two. The bloke already in it had been there half a week, His head was…