#undiscoveredcountry #napowrimo2021 #day30

Undiscovered country.

The travellers rarely return. Except rockstars with lyres.

Hermes leads you to the entrance of

Hades realms, he of many hosts.

Pay the boatman and he'll ferry you accross the Styx.

Past the women who loved unreciprocated, cry soundlessly in the gloomy myrtle groves lining the Fields of Mourning.

Kind souls go turn right to Asphodel Meadows, slightly dull but free of toil.

Left, reckless heros revel in Elysium Fields.

Far below, Tartarus place of pain and punishment. 

Rhadamanthus, Minos, Aeacus judge and sentence mortal souls direct you to your final destination.

#throughtheporthole #napowrimo2021 #day29

Through the porthole

Tippy toes to spy

through a porthole (a girl on

deck is unheard off).

Is it blasphemous to kill

a dumb brute?  Let’s explore.

 

Some one hundred and

Thirty-five chapters. A great

American novel?  You

could scrap cetology, say

“Man versus whale. Whale wins.”

#enquiringminds #napowrimo2021 #day28

 Enquiring Minds

Why do men have nipples?
Why do boy guinea pigs have nipples?
Why doesn’t my husband know that boy guinea pigs have nipples?
Why did the vet charge my husband £30 to examine my boy guinea pig and tell my husband that boy guinea pigs have nipples?
Why did my husband confess this whole scenario to me?
Why did I tell ALL MY FRIENDS ON FACEBOOK???
Because it’s hysterical and you could not make this s**t up?

#agnothesia #napowrimo2020 #day27

 

Agnosthesia

Betwixt and between.

Acknowledging that it’s time

to release.  Inertia,

wanting to put your burden

down, but you have carried it

 

counterbalanced for

so long.  Searching for signs that

the time is right now.

It’s always one pebble starts

the landslide.  Can’t stop it now.

#wotmorekoalas #napowrimo2021 #day26

 Wot More Koalas

 

How doth the little lazy bear

Snooze through each passing hour

Munching on scented leaves

In her eucalyptus bower.

 

How skilfully she strips eat branch

How fuzzy is her hair

Just how shocked would be her stance

If informed she’s not a bear.

 

In devouring she has great skill

At napping an adept too,

Satan would be waiting still

Idle not she lives to chew.

 

In rest, oh let me lay,

That all my years be passed,

That I might repose each day

Some respite at last.

#thegreathuttitivate #napowrimo2021 #day25

The Great Hut Titivate

Brushes, undercoat

in hand.  We paint up, down, up

down.  Like an 80's

training montage. Slurp coffee,

myclonic, paint splat my boots.

#rehabilitateandrelease #napawrimo2021 #day24

Rehabilitate and release Jennys

Often called Jenny

“bear” - look fuzzy, hair-like coarse

sheep’s wool.  With two 

fused toes which they use as combs,

in eucalyptus forests.

When not sleeping, they’re

usually eating, that’s why 

Jenny’s sleep so much.

Tucked into tree nooks, may sleep

twenty two hours a day

Jennys need a lot

of space, perhaps a hundred

trees.  They are sadly 

vulnerable, their habitat

shrinks, forced to stop napping come

down from trees, at risk of predation.

Predators include 

dingoes and large owls. Also

at risk of getting

hit by cars and attacked by

dogs.  Chlamydia widespread.

Rescue volunteers

have stepped up to to care for Jennys

with the laudible

goal rehabilitating,

releasing back in the wild.