Knock, Knock …
It’s me, Bug …
Buggg, your old mate.
‘Well, come on up old mate …’
G’day fly, me old mate. Howzit goin?
‘Hang on! You’re Ahhgggsassin bug. Bugoff!’
Aww come on, I’m only a little hungry on this cold night.
‘Buzzzz, bzzz, bzz – now where am I going to land, on this bloody …’
The night is a bloody experience for many a bug. Some cop it, and some are copped – oops!
We are lucky, having come far from our savage nature. Or are we, did we …
Did we just mask the real for the convenient and safe – ish …
To have it stripped by consequences inevitable.
And it all comes from within.
On that hill there …
What is it?
Well, what is it disturbs in the quiet of night?
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge