Message In A Couple Of Hundred Bottles.
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He used to empty
the bottles he now collects,
drowning his sorrows
in fermented spirits,
chasing the black velvet
with what could have
been his funeral bier.
But luckily he got
a message one day,
in the midst of a
bottle half drained.
Just after raving
with angst at his
beleaguered family
in a drunken haze,
when he overheard
his three old son,
asking his wife,
"Mommy, where did daddy go?"
"I don't 'member him
being so mean."
Sometimes what is
inflicted upon the innocent,
can become the greatest sobering of all.
That's when he
chose a new hobby,
and was often found
hanging out behind the bars.
Scrounging empty bottles,
that he took back home,
and dabbled over in the late hours
that he once spent drunk,
carefully crafting each,
into lovely hummingbird feeders.
Some he sold,
and used the money,
that he now had much more of,
to do long neglected activities,
with his much happier toddler.
Others he hung around
the house and yard,
as reminders of their better uses,
turning the negatives they once held
into positives that he shared with his son,
as they watched the hummingbirds feed,
sucking a sweet nectar of life
from what once would have
surely claimed his own.
©-MFB III
