TuWe 6/24/2014 Two Words, One More Time
The aphid fairy was bored.
She was tired of the stupid weather, sick of scorching sun and didn’t like a rainy day in the least.
Dark daylight made her crabby and that dumb, droopy daisy – she spit on!
Those lilies she wanted to fry.
She had enough bottled scent to start a perfume store.
There wasn’t a single one she’d wear!
No more saving sunshine for her. She liked earth scents, sandalwood, cedarwood, patchouli; the good stuff. Oakmoss wasn’t bad either, but who could find it?
Any of it?
She flew all over creation, looking for her scents, and at the time of the desert moon,
which she also thought was over-rated, she spotted some.
All of them.
About time, too.
There was even some jasmine to lighten up the other scents and she was off to get them.
She had it all, till some bubbles burst and she shot to the ground with a splat.
Yep, the usual, almost-but-not-quite.
Which is, of course, the definition of life.
Copyright M. Nicholson 2014
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