Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 30:
Try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with the same sort of musing yet dispassionate tone.
And talking of lyrebirds, this write is very obviously a mimicry of the example poem for this prompt, Angels by Russell Edson.
They are of little use. They are best as objects of ridicule.
Yet no government runs without them.
Like lyrebirds, and yet almost human . . .
They communicate by briefly looking at each other.
Their legs are like red jellybeans.
Sometimes they have been said to inspire a President to do more with his life than he might have.
But what else is there left for a President to do with his life?
…Their ears burn beautifully with a red flame.
When they cry out, it is like the screech of a tiny hinge; the cry of a bat. No one hears it . . .
Yet fist pump bigly.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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