Joy of joys.

 3rd Oct 2025

Yes, Joy.  

Well, how about that, I'm writing on my blog easily, as I have access to a new ( to me anyway) computer. Let's hope it works. So far, so good. 

Of course, now I have the ability to write, nothing occurs to me. I'll have to have a little think. 

Maybe I need to give myself a prompt. 

Let's see.

Little Bird

Little Bird looked around, her head sore after the fall. 

Her wings, were they broken?

That fall, during the storm, had done damage.

Her house, most of it strewn around her.

Was there anything left to build upon,

Even if she managed to heal?

Little bird wondered how it had come to this,

And what must she do now,

How would she survive.

She tried to stand, but fell back.

There was no one left who would miss her.

She whispered,

"It's no use, I might just lie here and die."

At that moment, a small , juicy worm

 crawled in front of her.

With not an instant of hesitation,

She reached out her tongue and  he was gone. 

Regaining  her courage, she stood up.

Though she felt the pain, she spread her wings.

"I'm not giving up" she sang