Hunger for life

Sometimes ...

 

there is no need for words ...

A mouse, some wasps, Zhuangzi and me

There was a mouse.
What a cat left over
do banquet some wasps.
Somehow my future.
Who will eat me?*

* Which reminds me of "The Death of Zhuangzi".

Annabelle's sibling

Eight centimetres.
Brother? Sister? Anyway:
Annabelle's sibling

Erreur

Passavant?

Sonogram IV the Third

How fascinating.
A tiny human being.
Ah, this expression!

Sonogram IV

While pic was taken
the absence of gravity
s/he was enjoying.

Nothing to worry

Flickering candle
going to die very soon.
Nothing to worry.

An Episode

For several days I am cudgeling my brains, but just can't remember whether I read or heard the following somewhere; neither if it it was in English or another language and I just translated the following. 
The person who coined this will forgive me. 
In case s/he is dead, her / his heirs might sue me.

It would be a nice story.

Anyway, here is the thought.

Life is the episode between not existing and not existing

"What an overrated idiot!"

. . . murmured Tetrapilotomos on reading the following

For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.

"Life is life, and death is death."
And on he went with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".

Blue tit's delight ...

... is an old lady's delight.

Who's nuts we may talk about later.
The peace of the night.

For your imagination

After two and a half years ... there could be told some more episodes about the lady and her life whisperer. Alone, these are no days for writing.
These are days for preparing favourite meals; days and nights for trying to anticipate the very next wish [ the German idiom – 'to read all wishes from her eyes – sounds much nicer, would you agree?]; days and nights to speak about past 88 years, about present, death, dreams and future; days and nights to clean and caress, to hurry and hush; days and nights to enjoy a whispered thank you, an "oh, that was delicious"; days and nights for love and laughter,  for sparkling eyes and smiling silence ... dum spiro spero.

The peace of the night.

Mouse's End