I realize I feel terrible. I realize that’s coloring how I post. So if you wanna just pass this on by without reading it, I won’t be offended, but I do have a gripe. I’m trying not to be affected by these commercials for animals that are out in the cold where they show me animals being snowed on or animals out in the heat with flies, crawling all over them And I wonder did I need to see that or did they need to just rescue those animals and tell me what kind of conditions they were found in because it’s just disgusting that they were used in a guilt campaign because what else is it? I know I’m supposed to send money because it’s the holiday and my plate is full and I’m surrounded by love and happiness and family and food and these poor animals don’t know where their next meal is coming from. I’ve been in rescue a long time. Sympathy adoptions don’t last. Let him throw a blanket over the cold ones let them shoo the flies and rescue the ones that are out in the heat, but I don’t need to see it before they do. Some of the ones I rescued were in homes and being treated pretty badly one cat in particular. OK, that’s it. I feel better.
Congratulations to @Fuezie and @NJFLA. Your questions were chosen for tonight’s Ask Greg and the Panelists.
@Fuezie What's the stangest thing you believed as a kid....?
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Early morning bird song is one of my favorite parts of being up early, and this morning's songs did not disappoint -
Spring (Again)
Michael Ryan
The birds were louder this morning,
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out.
It scared me, until I remembered it's Spring.
How do they know it? A stupid question.
Thank you, birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels.
About this poem
"In an uncollected early essay called 'Vorticism,' Ezra Pound wrote that things juxtaposed 'create their own relationship'- a technique which poets since have taken to the bank and sometimes robbed it blind. 'Spring (Again)' presents a pretty straightforward narrative for three lines then spends the last two lines in the speaker's mind. I hope the relationships are clear. The speaker is, as Emily Dickinson said, 'not me, but a supposed person.' I hope he's a little funny as well as sad. After a winter like the recent one, people may need cheering up." -Michael Ryan
About Michael Ryan
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