A Brief Interlude of Life

As I prepare an essay about the latest ghoulishness from the proprietors of the theme-park-cum-abattoir that offensively continues to call itself Great Britain — someone please tell be what’s “great” about it these days — I am only too happy to take a short break from my disgust, and before (hopefully) inspiring yours, to enjoy that part of the living world which has not reduced itself to self-hatred and spiritual cannibalism. That is to say, the non-human part of the living world.

If there were no birds,
I could not believe in wings —
Man falls so quickly.