Slump never into a morbidity; kiss a double T instead, etc.

I know the Latin names of only two birds, and the Eastern Kingbird is one of them: TYRANNUS TYRANNUS. It’s just the same word twice, which allows for easy remembering, and whenever I see one I exclaim “Well, it looks like there’s a double T around here” but afterwards I always feel foolish and slump into morbid self-chastisement. NO MORE! I’m allowed to have fun, life is probably short, and anyhow who’s going to stop me? Onward, ghosty!

I hope my eyes will always be enamored of a tyrant flycatcher perching among the barbs and ensconced in the good colorful geometries. Someday I hope to know a bucolic life, but for now I make the best of things in scenic T.O.