Once upon a OstrichA Chapter by Robert Francis Callacipull your head out of the sand...Once
upon a Ostrich
As
I was digging a tunnel across the savannah with
nothing but a old pick ax I found on my
travels, a Ostrich bid me hello in ostrichese. Of course her
head was buried in the sand and she was surprised as
much as I--- that her head popped out of the other side
to catch a glimpse of an old devil in a tunnel whistling an
old diggers tune~
I
apologized for catching her unawares and disturbing her
meditations. She giggled and said she was just hiding her
head in the sand to get away from the pressures of daily
life. She introduced herself and said her name was Gloria.
She said her friends were going to eat their feathers when
they found out that she had a conversation with the Old
Fiddler Herself~
I
gave her beak a little kiss and told her life can be a b***h
but it is one hell of a thrilling ride. Get back on track- I said- and
tell your friends that when they hide their heads in the sands they
may get a pebble or two stuck in their
eyes..
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AuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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