On Tender Hooks
- by Brian Bilston
Let me cut to the cheese:
every time you open your mouth,
I’m on tender hooks.
You charge at the English language
like a bowl in a china shop.
Please nip it in the butt.
On the spurt of the moment,
the phrases tumble out.
It’s time you gave up the goat.
Curve your enthusiasm.
Don’t give them free range.
The chickens will come home to roast.
Now you are in high dungeon.
You think me a damp squid:
on your phrases I shouldn’t impose.
But they spread like wildflowers
in a doggy-dog world,
and your spear of influence grows.
Gorgeous, silly, fun creatures with their platypus beaks
Barbara – Yeah, they’re odd-looking, all right. I’ve seen a small flock in flight just once, and would love to see that again: all that pinkness moving through the air. Fabulous.
Beautiful images Isabel. The roseate spoonbills are much nicer than the white (with black beak) that we saw in Australia – even if the Aussie ones are names royal spoonbills.
Jim R – Many thanks. The Aussies have the royal ibis too, don’t they? And those aren’t all that attractive . . .
Such luscious colour and I don’t suppose they are eating carrots to please the tourists.
Laurna – No, nor the crustaceans and other aquatic invertebrates that also contain the carotenoids that give them their pink coloration. And I don’t suppose carrots and crustaceans are super close on the great Tree of Life, either . . . 🙂
The crustaceans etc. are part of the story I did not know. The world is so full of fascinating questions that I wonder why more people don’t pay closer attention. Thank you for the way you expand my horizons!
Laurna – Well, it’s true – the world *is* full of wonders. Thanks for letting me know you enjoy my small input.