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Welcome! This is "Catatonic Digressions."
Most, if not all readers don't understand my blog's title. It's an old inside joke from a forum long gone. I was going to change it, but since it's been "confusing" for so long, I decided to leave it. Don't worry about what it means, the content of the blog is what is important.

Unfortunately, my blog isn't what I set out for it to be. A disturbed and manic online stalker and cyberbully has made it impossible for me to post about family, my son, life in my part of New York...so I stopped (for the most part), and I mostly reblog and repost what I feel is important, necessary or close to my heart. As for the stalking sociopath, she can go to hell for harassing me and my family since mid-2008. You can't scare me offline with a few lame threats and dozens of pages of defamation, abuse, depravity and libel. I'm bitchy like that. ;)
(Anyone who knows me knows I'm not actually a bitch, but let's allow this psychopath to think I'm a bitch to her blackened heart's content—it seems to make her feel she has some sort of control over me…and it does not.)

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

A Herd of Bees

A Herd of Bees

Copyright Jim Willis 2001, all rights reserved

(From his best-selling book Pieces of My Heart – Writings Inspired by Animals and Nature)


A flock of seagulls may frost you

with dollops of green and white,

a murder of crows may frighten you

with caws in the middle of night.

A gaggle of geese may warn you

of winter’s approaching gloom,

but a swarm of bees is unwelcome,

unless you give ‘em plenty of room.

A shrewdness of apes may impress you,

their brains like ours on a par,

a pace of asses might strike you,

with just how like us they are!

A quiver of cobras might evict you,

unless a kettle of hawks is about,

but an intrusion of (shudder) cockroaches

is very difficult to rout out!

A bed of oysters may lull you

with the temptation to take a nap,

a rhumba of rattlesnakes is definitely not

something you’d want in your lap.

A clamour of rooks may clamor,

a host of sparrows may host,

but if you’re having a party, you wouldn’t invite

a flink (twelve cows at the most).

A clutch of chicks may grip you,

a clowder of cats detain,

a trip of goats impede you from

your composure to maintain.

A cete of badgers may unnerve you,

a culture of bacteria invade,

but a band of gorillas won’t hurt you,

though they’re liable to upset your maid.

A yoke of oxen may tow you

should you suffer a breakdown,

an unkindness of ravens won’t help you

catch a lift to the nearest town.

A string of ponies might squire you

along a country road,

and an army of frogs will strike you as

not as quiet as a dead toad.

A smack of jellyfish may accost you,

a mob of kangaroos might, too,

a gang of elk could alarm you,

a horde of gnats you might rue.

A stud of mares might confuse you,

a bouquet of pheasants, too,

but a charm of finches won’t bother you,

unless they decide to nest in your “do.”

A husk of hares could tell you,

where to find delicious corn,

a lamentation of swimming swans

might sound like blaring horns.

A pod of porpoises can outswim

your best efforts, you must admit,

and a skulk of foxes won’t ever tell

where they’ve hidden their kits.

A wisp of snipes might swipe you,

a dray of squirrels annoy,

a flock of swifts might swat you,

mustering storks bring bundles of joy.

A bevy of quail might warn you

about a swarm of rats,

and there’s few things cuter in this world

than a kindle of baby cats.

And as you attempt to memorize,

study hard to learn the groups,

you’ll learn a pack from a pod,

and not to call a team a troop.

When you’re done you may figure out

that most don’t give a clue,

which is why animals are often smarter

than a Congress of humans – ‘tis true!

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