She said “I
feel like a round bird, sitting on her perch”
I heard that and thought,
that’s a good line,
Then I needed a
word to rhyme,
But the only
one at the moment is birch.
Her mate was
on the outside also perched on high, but looking in.
He did get
there later, but he did join us, good for him.
We talked
lots and listened more,
She talked
about old days and glory.
I said “have
you ever thought about writing it, it sounds a good story”.
She then had
an open mouth and a look of surprise, maybe shock,
Then a
massive eureka moment, with a massive smile and gave me a long, long grateful
look.
Hopefully,
she’ll write about herself and her life experiences,
and hopefully, eventually end up with a
book?
I hope I
helped, the inspiration is there,
I cast the
line, has she caught the hook?
Chris.
