Imaginary Garden Tuesday Platform

Keeping it Weird

"I would like for this moment to be for that kid out there who feels like she’s weird or she’s different or she doesn’t fit in anywhere. Yes you do. I promise you do. Stay weird. Stay different, and then when it’s your turn, and you are standing on this stage, please pass the same message along." 
                                         - Graham Moore

I can certainly relate.  In grades 6 through 8, I was a social outcast at my Catholic grade School.  Being genetically shy did not help matters at all.  I've gotten over the shyness in the ensuing decades, but not my oddity, and have learned to revel in my uniqueness.  

"We all put ourselves out there--sometimes way out there--and sharing and exposing oneself can be difficult." 
                                     - Marian

None of which has anything to do with the poem I'm about to present.  Except, maybe that it's on the weird side.   Mama Zen put herself out there with a little quatrain about a cricket and a gecko on 2/17, and I responded in comments with a 2 verse poem, of a sort.  I'm presenting a slightly edited version of it here as my entry.


           FOWL FATE

gecko gecko shining green
in the spaces there between
tree trunk pillars, leaf mulch rug
hunting for a cricket bug

cautious now for safety’s sake
eschew the lizard chewing snake
but sadly there’s a fate that’s fowl
swallowed by a great horned owl