While running with Kristin today, I saw a dead pigeon that looked like a fallen angel, its head curled down almost under its body, wings pressed to the sides. I wanted to pick it up and bring it back to life, but I knew that was not really an option. So I kept running, and later, at home, thought about how yesterday I saw a rooster with a cheep of chicks around it, and I tried to think about that instead.
Roadkill is perhaps this runner’s anti-delight.
I don’t know what a cheep of chicks is, but I like it. :o)
Aw, I am happy to know you are reading!!
Have you heard of the book, A Lark of Exaltations? It is a work that encourages the reader to come up with their own names for sets of things (like a pride of lions, a gander of geese, etc). The book offers lists of imagined names of sets, though I rather enjoy thinking up my own.
Is a cheep of chicks a technical term?
And, prone to nitpicking (especially since the challenge was issued), I believe one of your Hai-Twitter-Kus was off approximately two days ago. The first line only contained four syllables:
The* toys in the pool
Just for kiddies? Not even
Lap swimmer’s delight
*Suggested fix.