My net was off last night so I thought of reading a book. Yesterday was just another almost perfect day too except for one event. I went to a friend because she was devastated with a family problem. Now I can just hope that I was able to give her some comfort. Anyway, while reading last night I came across a poem and a choco picture of an owl. I thought of bringing both materials together and let me see the result:
Tiny thrush, precious pet of my beloved,
Whether nestled between her breasts
Or at her fingertip pecking
When it pleases her to play
Her sorrow to allay,
tiny comforter of her hunt,
If only you could be my playmate too
And lift the care from my heart.
by Catullus
No comments:
Post a Comment