“Butch the burdie, butch the burdie the ancestral voices in miffin the kitten’s heid seemed to say.” Translate: burd: bird. “Kill the birdie, kill the birdie the ancestral voices in miffin the kitten’s head seemed to … Continue reading Burd.
Staun bye Dusknötte! Here’s a guid sturdy gowf tae the back o yer napper. It’ll poust even mair stievely yer moyen oot o yer bonnie blue een tae bring thon Xburd doon. I read it in … Continue reading Moyen.
Lookatit, tweetlin awa guid style. The wee burd. Gonna no malkie it Bob, gonna no, will ye no? Tweetlin its pair hert oot wi it’s bonnie wee reid bib an aw fur a inklin fouterie snippit … Continue reading Tweetle.
Is it no magic this neibourhood, no leaves tae rake or blaw, nae grass tae mow. Nae beasties in the hoose, nae burds crappin oan the car, nae neibours revin up their hedge trimmers, total peace … Continue reading Neibourhood.
Wait, wait – let me repay ye wi an aipple. Ye spared my life by no eatin me even tho yer hungert. Ah ken ye like them. It’s frae my secret stash o special aipples anaw. … Continue reading Aipple.
Oh No. Not ataw, My pal here Mr Geenyoch the burd isni gonna eat meee. He’s named me. And Ahm noo caw’d Galshach, an awfie bonnie name, ahn he has promised tae tak me tae a … Continue reading Geenyoch.
That damn burd’s a clash-bagger, clyping on me tae the dug ahn no a tree fur miles. Translate: clash-bag: a tell tale. That damn bird is a tell tale, betraying me to that dog and not … Continue reading Clash-bag.
Haggert in hauf. Yin the kyte n shanks leckin blude, yin the pow n shouders seemin wice. Whit pairt airtens t’ither n tae whaur? Whit pairt mishanters n whit clecks thouchts? Twa th’gither yet alane, mirkit, … Continue reading Hagger.
Takin notes. Heid abuzz wi emotional bangs, roars n skraichs, hail universes destruct ahn feersum rocket ingines blaw the stars tae bits. Aw soond fa fu o feem an smeddum fit tae sink a planet – … Continue reading Feersum.
Yerd, cauld bleezin, thraws a raggit cleuk tae ruik the sky ahn frae that mirken scartit maw the arras spew doon tae die. Yin burd flees n caws aboon, minted tae smuir adoon that maw, t’ither … Continue reading Thraw.