Belated Nightingale

Lady Nightingale is crying in her nest on the acacia tree,Since Mr. Nightingale has already at dinner supposed to be.Always so reliable, always so punctual,Eleven o’clock – his absence is actual! The dinner is already cold: soup of flies on the evening dew,Six mosquitoes in a stew,Grilled butterfly seasoned with shade of the wood,And forContinue reading “Belated Nightingale”