cold crisp arctic air comes this way it will hit a swamp and retreat with
such vigor Mongolian people will rightly complain. But, perhaps my
capacity to function in this weather is related to age, poor blood
circulation, incomplete eyesight, and that host that becomes
I should not complain,
however, because consequent to an ancestor's frailness of character I
could have been incarnated a male Praying Mantis, and pretty soon now I
would copulate and get eaten by a passing fancy.
is such appalling behavior on her part. This morning all that was
left of him was a set of brown wings. She looked apparently content
and about two sizes larger. And already she had in her arms a
small green grasshopper that had not matured beyond hopping.
The annual lifestyle is way too
hectic to allow for what passes as respectability amongst us
perennials. Even if young people sometimes behave like annuals, which
through a series of improbable arguments might suggest that once upon a time
we too were annuals.
More likely this passage of young people
through an "annualistic phase" is attributable to a lack of wings
that has been promulgated further by a dear heart philosophy which does not
toss them to the world until far too many years have passed.
Indeed as an old fart I will shine, while
my own precious morsel continues to suggest that it's "not that
hot" as she push mows the slopes.