I lead a safe life
I have no fears that life will give me a four-second hand grenade today
I am lucky
Fortune of birth has placed me in a position of false reality
My reality is not yours
You may wake up to another day of hand-to-mouth existence; a trek to gain water that is murky with who knows what; a possible loss of friends, family, loved ones, who depended on you
They may lose you
I wake up every day and there is food in my cupboard and my realities of comfort are all around
But, as for you…
All things being equal – they are not – we would all share the good and the bad
So, I say a little prayer for the world
Barely has a Thursday passed without somebody somewhere writing a short story about the plight of the stares.
Well, in recent history, anyway.
The stares were a small breed of mammal (akin to the marmoset) and that ‘were’ earlier in this sentence means that they no longer ‘are’ – so, I am talking about a lost species from long ago.
They had huge eyes that would lock onto yours (if you were looking at them) and they would never blink or lose eye contact until you were forced to break that link and then they could carry on their foraging for the tiny leaves that were their staple diet. Obviously, their tendency to do the weird eye-contact thing led to them being called ‘Stares.’
The last Stares were seen in the late nineteenth century in their native South American habitat. But,, as is the case with mankind’s attempts to see how something works they take it apart and can’t always put it back together.
The Stares (or Oculi Maclamutus) were thought by the native South Americans (mainly in Peru and Chile) to be a sign of the evil eye and many Stares were short-lived and only those in families (called ‘Lukks’) in the deepest darkest forests were able to flourish (their eyesight was most useful in the darkness).
All the above is obviously false and just an exercise on writing something with a tinge of believability. So, my apologies if the plight of the Occuli Maclamutus was at all distressing to you – It is, sadly, the case that a lot of other species are going / have gone this way.
So, spare a thought for the little ones that dwell in the jungles and the forests of the world – something must be done or we shall lose them (the little ones, the forests, and the world!)
(AKA ‘An Englishman an Irishman and a Scotsman walk into a bargain basement)
United Kingdom Haiku (not technically a country, but I thought that as it’s where I am – I would make an allowance).
(Well, that is the first line done)
Green and pleasant land.
Where Angles once met
With the Saxons and did stay
It is not Saxland!
Ireland, to be sure;
Emerald green and Guinness;
Top of the morning.
Haggis; Robbie Burns;
Bagpipes and a warm sporran;
Porage with some salt.
Iechyd da! they greet us
Yakki Darr is what we hear;
Good Morning to you!
Northern Ireland Haiku
Lough Neagh at its heart;
Ship-building and the ‘troubles’
Bangor is pretty.
NB and if anybody would like me to put up a haiku of theirs for their country of the world (and we can put some up for states of America, counties of Uk and Ireland, etc.) let’s see how that goes, shall we? Graeme:) –
Further Reference to the Flags used can be sought here:
Though it may not be found there!
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