Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 29, 2023

Budgerigar daydreaming.

She thought their scales were tipped in her favor.

Like an eggplant absorbs flavors?

Twenty-three, squidoo!

Fathom or six feet, buried at sea, land, or air. Danger Will Robinson, we need enough engine speed to pull g’s and get up to speed.

Full fathom five, my cuttlefish lies, these are parrots, that peck his bones.

Well, I was hoping to get her attention when she was fin-ished focusing on this dumb fish but to no avail!

I’ve absorbed attention, knowledge and even a good book, but …

(forgot where I was going with this – oops)

I have been captivated by living tardigrades…

This is Monday! There will be no cuddling with cuttlefish cuttlebones by the Froglandia Bath Mat Factory staff today!!

This young woman bears a resemblance to Virginia Woolf…and also to Olive Oyl. The fascination with the dead cuttlefish makes sense in either case.

How sad. Cuttlefish are my favorite cephalopod.

Meh, I’m not one to cuddle fish, but to each their own. Now if the fish were cuddled in rice, seaweed and wasabi, now that would get my attention. Hot sake rinse for the win!

Twisting the cliché a turn of the screw or two, I postulate that the only good cuttlefish is a deep-fried and breaded cuttlefish served with copious lemon-butter, or a cuttlefish risotto, although de gustibus non est disputandum and all that. So what is the Silent Lady doing with or to her dead cuttlefish? The possibilities are numerous and excite the imagination. Don’t they?

SHARK …!

Well, they are kinda cool looking, even dead.