The murre Auk is a pengiun fish like creature it has gills and walks under the ocean
on Quistoun 12. A world that had less water as earth but way more than Sutta Sol-tour
the species is often used for food. the Klingon has his facts wrong or distorted, yet his augment is noted as keen. Why are the micro colonies of Ion 4 a mattr of discussion. They have technolgy and and have mastered travel both in the oceans and on land. They have mastered space travel and often are used to things that larger species can't. It is unwise to isolate them might there usefulness come in handy. "look vulcan: said the Klingon," these species are keen and wise, like every other species they have factions that are loyal to the effords of our alliance. Be a fool to think all these memebers with laugh and dance with either federation or Klingon, they'll ally with the Romulains and will undermine all the effords taken in the so many years we;ve collaberated!"
I imagine it was once slow and grey
then color came to a lackluster world,
tinted throats drank sunlight
through bowls of honey and light.
Eons shed a useless weight,
until a flint of flight hummed bright,
on shimmering winds.
This morning, one comes to my decking,
an iridescence, its long thin beak held high
as it hovers beside a red and yellow feeder.
It casts a shadow on the wooden floor,
a silhouette much larger than itself.
If I look only at the shadow
it could be some fanciful auk
descending out of a lost world,
but no, it is only a hummingbird,
a speck of color
blown from a windmill of creation
like the rest of us.
I imagine it was once slow and grey
then color came to a lackluster world,
tinted throats drank sunlight
through bowls of honey and light.
Eons shed a useless weight,
until a flint of flight hummed bright,
on shimmering winds.
This morning, one comes to my decking,
an iridescence, its long thin beak held high
as it hovers beside a red and yellow feeder.
It casts a shadow on the wooden floor,
a silhouette much larger than itself.
If I look only at the shadow
it could be some fanciful auk
descending out of a lost world,
but no, it is only a hummingbird,
a speck of color
blown from a windmill of creation
like the rest of us.
Conspiracy Theories
Don’t be naïve do you really believe
That man could walk upon the Moon.
Just theatrical Cold War propaganda,
Do I look like your common buffoon?
Satellite pictures cheap shot trickery,
The Earth that we know is all flat.
Look at the maps both ancient and new
Spherical, we’d fall off and that’s that.
Quantum mechanics, Big Bang theory,
For Heaven’s sake do me a favour.
Thirteen point eight Billion years ago,
Milky Way and yummy Galaxy flavour.
Religion is the answer deity divine,
Finding ways to control populous mass.
Unquestioned devotion for final reward,
Heavens gate and a special gilt pass.
Giant creatures roaming the plains,
Millions of years before ascent of man.
Simply pictures made up in glossy books,
Entertaining Jurassic Park movie fan.
Climate change lies great Millennium scam,
Line the pocket of Mister green politics.
Ministers and Presidents will never agree,
Which of them is guilty of crass dirty tricks.
Dodo, Quagga and Flightless Great Auk,
Giant Woolly Mammoth and Sabre Tooth.
They aren’t extinct for they didn’t exist,
Conspiracy theories messing with the truth.
These birds of the Auk are so cute
With their colourful beaks and their looks
So gorgeous are they
I could stare every day
Their name Puffin, is now linked to books
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-16.php
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