A Rational Decease

And if you could credibly suggest that 

what distressed me has its roots in an 

awesome ‘yellow’ papaya half-pecked 

to pieces, I’d rest innocently; but in an 

even more perplexing digression, this

was on the cards days ago, you were 

aware birds played footloose & fancy 

free with ripening fruit yet left it alone

There’s no sheltering in the lee of too 

many distractions, it has no zones of 

solicitude protecting you - although a 

few birds will applaud your gratuitous  

largesse; no, a papaya’s demise was 

not key to assuaging this impasse 

So we seek relief through an ordinary 

& common belief it was ‘meant’ to be; 

birds like ripe papaya as much as we 

hanker for a taste but they suffer less 

indignity testing to see at which stage 

of afore-said ripeness is each piece 

And that explains a rational decease 

© 30 October 2014, I. D. Carswell