That day in Christopher’s garden when Charles Bukowski’s ghost set the caged angel free…
“You are not in a cage, dear” he said gravelly, as was his voice but still gently not to scare her. She didn’t know what to make of him, but he was already transparent, so she was inclined to take his word for it. (And…she was, after all, in a friggin garden!)”Hmmm” she considered…. and swiftly jumped into his pocket.
Mind you: I prefer the other versions …
I understand…thank you for choices…
That day in Christopher’s garden when Charles Bukowski’s ghost set the caged angel free…
“You are not in a cage, dear” he said gravelly, as was his voice but still gently not to scare her. She didn’t know what to make of him, but he was already transparent, so she was inclined to take his word for it. (And…she was, after all, in a friggin garden!)”Hmmm” she considered…. and swiftly jumped into his pocket.
That’s a charming story Jana, thank you, it made me smile 😉
….to me John all caged Angels and…..Bluebirds need to be set free!
I agree Robert, let’s do away with all bars, except of course ‘The Fox and Turnip’…see you there for a pint in 30 minutes…
…how I wish John!