An Ode to Lir

January 2, 2014

There he is again, same time everyday, feeding his swans. “I don’t get it,” she thought. “What is his obsession? He even tied silver chains to them. Isn’t that some kind of animal abuse? I should really call someone.” “Please don’t do that,” the man pleaded. It startled her. He came out of nowhere. “You don’t understand. These swans are […]