Nobody likes me,
Everybody hates me,
Think I'll go eat worms...
Remember this song?
It gets side tracked about the worm
and loses the focus of the pity party,
but it could be the first (of many) pity party lyrics penned
for m-m-m-my generation!
The photograph that I have of a worm is not at all attractive,
so I have substituted a feathered friend,
who wouldn't wait for a bad day to eat a worm!
Gull or Tern at Gulfport, fishing.
The welcoming arms of the live oak trees beckon.
Will you come?
If this chunk of sand and rock and cement were frozen in time
would future archeologists, 10,000 years from now,
be captivated by it?
There is evidence of a critter with paws shaped like a human hand,
a possible humanoid footprint, with some kind of covering on the foot,
and the wear and tear of the tide coming and going -
all signs of vibrant life at the water's edge.
Isn't that person standing in front of you just as intriguing?
Sometimes!
Gulfport, Florida, waterfront!
Is there another chair?
The title is a shard of a poem lodged in my memory, possibly by Baudelaire.