Werewolf Wordplay at the Greenygrey
For those reading this in the human world, ‘sniffing the way’ is apparently a Greenygrey version of the human phrase ‘showing the ropes’.
It seems a long time since I made my debut, and ‘a lot of howls have flown over the forest’ since then; that’s a Greenygrey version of the human phrase ‘a lot of water has flowed under the bridge’.
Wordplay Confuses Cats about Greenygrey
Talking of flow, I’m getting into the flow of the Greenygrey world and language now. Unlike these cats, who seem to have taken ‘greenygrey’ being used as a shortened version of the human phrase ‘sitting on the fence’ literally.
Cats, there’s nowhere to sit there! And don’t you lot get confused: the Greenygrey has no answers; only questions… Y?
New Spring Poem for Summer
So much time has passed since my debut that Marc Latham’s latest published Folding Mirror poem now seems out of date; as summer has arrived in the northern hemisphere, and winter in the southern; and the poem celebrates spring, which is now at rest with autumn/fall.
Anyway, it’s too early to whine over mass extinction (that’s a Greenygrey version of ‘too late to cry over spilt milk’), here’s the poem:
Abundant Life, Lives Absolutely
sunrise of the year
should be spring
spins life cycle
open sky fuels life, nourished by faraway sun
birds and bees
making the most
of their natural time
P.S. Susie says you lot were passed as Greenygreyliens at the Board of Greenygrey’s last New Moon council.