Wagging Away

All dressed in gray, with a touch of black and white, The mighty pigeon heads home tonight! Why, if I had only the right, I would give them such a fight. A peskier bird you would be hard pressed to find, Annoying and fit to drive me out of my mind! Pigeon poop as sticky as glue, I hate the pigeons, I tell you I do. Pigeons, oh God! the dreadful pigeons, they do talk at you, Gurgle-gurgle...would it be so hard to coo? Many a time the nonsense they spout, Makes you want to chase them out! Flapping their wings, all a-flutter, They do houses clutter, While annoying the poor housewife, Driving her to madness, within an inch of her life! So, dear friends, I beg of you, When a pigeon you find, Chase the feathered menace away, Before you do lose your mind! P.S. This was from a long while ago... And now I know the answer to the pigeon riddle, I hide myself away and don't give a fiddle!

It's a painful push when a friend, in a personal moment of pain, decries you as heartless because "you're cold...you've never known love"...man, did that hurt...now I'm not sure whether he was just being pissy, or perhaps therein lies a kernel of something that comes too close to the truth, perhaps? And strangely enough, to me at least, the sentiment has been echoed with increased frequency among those who know me well... and perhaps love me best.. detached, they say.... certainly more than before... why then are you so cold these days?... followed by a, "it’s not that bad, this detached person who observes from afar"...and as I’ve discussed with a dear friend... one observes from strangely disembodied states... watching yourself as you go through the act of doing, reacting, living... a while ago I seemed to see this coming... my blogs from a year ago are strangely portentous... detachment, I wrote, is great until it is not... have I now reached t