Without a plan…

I'm writing a story,
Word by word,
But I haven't a plan,
So it's rather absurd.

Rupert's wee story
I'll tell with a caution.
It may become gory
And cause some aversion....

Two little finches, side by side

One is a boy bird, and one is his bride.

Mister Grosbeak’s chest in red

His wife’s is speckled and yellow instead.

So who is Rupert and why might his story be gory? What’s it got to do with these birds?

Well I said it might be gory, not that it would be necessarily, and as I have no plan….

Watch this space as they say!

But please don’t hold your breath!

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