












A Stouter Quip.
An empty zen mind may / STREW about for a STOUTER QUIP / A real BITER of a mental COUP / Casting a DRUID JINX to cut / A SWATH through unyielding conversation; / Yet FOAL up nothing, as all thought is TOO GRAINY / To conjure a MERRY WIN that cuts / With AXE edge into the visiting HE and his GUESTY buttress. / JADED jibes would BUT LAG, / Arising a NINTH behind, no GLUES to stick them, / NARY a thought to float within the AERO expanse / Where once anecdotes and retorts could demand a FEE.
His favorite carnival act had always been the Geek Throw,
watching the bodies hurl into the maw he felt a Queer dizzyness,
not felt since finding spoiled Lox deep int the chin whiskers of his Goatee,
And found by his own upper lip, thinking it had found a Cutie morsel of Interr sweetness.
Now the Horde of Lib-tards, in awkward Quad piles; he imagined the Farms that bred them;
a land without Sun, with fitness of enforced Jigs and dinners of squirming Bug Pie.
He felt they were unlikely Kin, and himself a Cad;
he began a Yern-clawing of his beard, as if it were on Loan
from an Oaf; a Lein against his entire summer crop of golden Oat.
(Quiddler Poem of ED 11/24/2022)
Bird strikes against the windows are always a bummer. Window stickers do little, and before the earthquake we had a variety of stained glass hung that also wasn’t 100%, but it is mostly down now. I looked at a few birding sites, and rope strands outside the window seem to do the trick, so I tricked it out. All the rest of the windows get covered outside with a mesh heat/light shield, later in the season.