I’ve reached a point where I’m taking a bit of a blogging break. I could just stop but I’m guessing some kind soul will ponder ‘where’s he gone?’, hence the explanation. I’ll still read blogs and probably comment. I may well post if the muse takes me, I will probably be tempted by the odd challenge and prompt, but, having just published book four I want to spend the summer, holidays and all, writing and editing some other things. You’ll miss me; I’ll miss you but there will be more. Really that is the plan. And because I’m not putting a time on it, it may not seem like I’ve been away.
I’ll leave you with one of Dad’s poems. This one on why moths fly at night and butterflies by day.
A Dark Decision (or Not to be Taken Light-ly)
When Moths and Butterflies came on the scene
The world was still very young,
There was no pollution, it was all very clean,
And the Spring had only just sprung.
There hadn’t been time for all the flowers
To blossom and bloom in the sun,
But the Moths and Butterflies spent hours and hours
Trying to visit each one.
They fluttered and flittered throughout the day
Every one of them, both large and small,
And soon they were getting in each other’s way.
Said a Moth, ‘This won’t do at all!’
‘We really must try to sort something out’
‘Or they’ll be the most horrible fight’
‘The answer is clear – and I have no doubt’
‘That someone must just fly at night!’
Fly at night! Fly at night! What a ghastly idea!
Every antenna shook with alarm,
While thousands of wings quivered wildly with fear,
Said the Moth, ‘Steady on there – stay calm!’
‘It only means we’ll fly in the dark,’
‘And for we insects that’s no big deal’
‘We can still find the flowers, quietly fly down and park’
‘Then enjoy a leisurely meal.’
But the others still argued, and shouted out loud,
In fact, there was nearly a riot,
When a wise old Butterfly flew out from the crowd
Raised a wing, and bellowed for quiet.
‘It’s the only solution,’ the Butterfly said,
‘And we’ve got no choice but to try it’
‘Because if we don’t we’ll starve – we’ll be dead!’
‘You’re right,’ said the crowd, ‘So we’ll buy it.’
And that’s what they did, and so from that day
All Butterflies have been Diurnal,
But it’s a sad fact, and I’m sorry to say
That not every Moth is Nocturnal.
For there were some Moths who refused to agree,
Who insisted, ‘We won’t change! No way!’
Which is why nowadays we frequently see
Several species still flying by day!