when it goes

when it goes, it goes like flypaper stuck onto your hair.

sometimes it takes a few strands of hair with it, sometimes more. and if you're unlucky that flypaper has conveniently stuck on to your cheek and eyebrow and eyelashes. heh

but as flypapers go, it has to be rid of, and then you continue to live your life.


well sometimes you get flypaper. sometimes you get gum. and sometimes, just sometimes, you get a nice bit of candy that you will enjoy and then finish.

so what do you look for?

a kite? a pet bird? a fish in a bowl?


..i know what i got. i had a proud little pigeon. not a hawk, not a sparrow. a pigeon that thought itself a hawk.

suffice to say, i've seen hawks, i've seen sparrows, and by george i've seen pigeons. those are the ones that act like hawks.

and it cut itself loose.. only i still have a feather of this bird.


and it is so.