Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Chaffinch




Little bird
upon the branch
singing;
you have no
National Insurance
number and that
is beautiful.
You fly, live die
and cannot be arrested.
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3 comments:

Dave King said...

Thanks for both, the image and the poem. The photograph is splendid, the poem rather clever, I thought.

1:42 am
Jim Murdoch said...

Yeah, I agree with Dave.

11:19 am
McGuire said...

It's a small muse but the implications can be quite far reaching.

I really do fear for the future with the increased security and a highly mechanised bureaucracy that people will, as paranoiac as it may sound, become enslaved with the social infrastructure.

Viva the flying bird!

5:29 am

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