A cardinal, an owl and a raven walk into a bar…

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Photo from the Poet’s Walk page at the Classical American Homes Preservation Trust website.

This morning some of my fellow Living Poets and I visited Ayr Mount in Hillsborough and followed the appropriately named Poet’s Walk. Amongst the trees along the Eno River, I was thinking about today’s prompt but was also considering something left unwritten from the Science Cafe Thursday night. I guess today was my own little March for Science. Happy Earth Day!

For today’s prompt, write a fable poem. A fable is a story that conveys a moral, usually told with animal characters.


A cardinal, an owl and a raven walk into a bar.

Cardinal puffed out his chest, most impressive, and said to Owl, “Our magisteria do not overlap. I rule the light, you the dark. I explain what you cannot: the before the beginnings and after the endings of life and the universe.”

Owl, timid and nerdy, replied, “I agree. Though my universe began billions of years before God’s work week and has continued two thousand years since the apocalypse of Jesus’ generation.”

Cardinal shrieked, “You can’t prove God doesn’t exist!”

Owl shrugged, “Who says I don’t need to? As Occam’s Razor slices away the unnecessary, your god is banished to slighter and slighter gaps.”

Raven sat quietly, sipping his wine, scribbling in his book, watching Owl grow in stature as Cardinal shrank away.

 

 

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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