The Flapping

There will one day be a chuckle,

A slight tilting of the head.

A sigh will grace the lips of Fate,

When the crazy bits are dead.

So, I started this yesterday morning. Had the first three lines done, working hard on the fourth when—

Emotional fall-apart brought about by the loons flapping around in my head.

Apologies.

Off to clean up the loon-leavings now.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe