The Unswung Bat

Friday, February 02, 2007
Oh my god

You could make stuff like this up, but apparently you don't have to: Thirsty moth drinks the tears of birds.

There is a new best animal, ever. Goodbye, cumbersome platypus. I, for one, welcome our delicately feathered, thirsty insect overlords.

Part of the reason it was so funny to me is, as if it wasn't already such an image, I just read this poem last month in a book on dreams: The Man-Moth. Read it, you'll see. Poems are coming to life, and they're after our tears.

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