This feather stirs;
she lives!
If it be so,
It is a chance
which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
This feather stirs;
she lives!
An ‘orcs’ drone attack.
On a market.
An ‘orcs’ drone attack.
On a market.
In southern Ukraine.
Has killed five people.
And injured 21.
Including a 14-year-old girl.
The attack took place.
At 09:50.
In the town of Nikopol.
Across the Dnipro river.
From land occupied by ‘orcs’.
Since their full-scale invasion.
In February.
2022.
Howl, howl, howl, howl!
O, you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes,
I’ld use them so
That heaven’s vault should crack.
She’s gone for ever!
Howl, howl, howl, howl!
O, you are men of stones:
I know when one is dead,
and when one lives;
She’s dead as earth.
She’s dead as earth.
Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist
or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
Pictures published by.
The regional prosecutor.
Show smashed market kiosks.
Strewn with metal and glass.
It comes after at least.
15 civilians were killed.
In drone and missile strikes.
Across Ukraine on Friday.
She looked at the Queen,
who seemed to have suddenly
wrapped herself up
in wool.
Alice rubbed her eyes,
and looked again.
She couldn’t make out
what had happened at all.
Meanwhile a drone.
And missile attack.
By Ukraine.
On the southern ‘orcs’ city.
Of Taganrog overnight.
Killed at least one person.
And seriously injured four.
‘Mordor’ said.
Was she in a shop?
And was that really
– was it really a sheep
that was sitting on
the other side of the counter?
Rub as she would,
she could make nothing more of it:
she was in a little dark shop,
‘Elves’ Nikopol.
Frequently comes under fire.
And almost half of the town’s.
100,000 residents left.
Long ago for safety.
Long ago for safety.
But these drones hit.
In the middle of Saturday morning.
In the middle of Saturday morning.
– in a busy spot –
And the number of casualties.
Is high.
leaning with her elbows
on the counter,
and opposite to her was
an old Sheep,
sitting in an arm-chair knitting,
and every now and then
leaving off to look at her
through a great pair of spectacles.
Two men were injured.
In a second strike.
On the same location.
The prosecutor said.
Adding that the attacks.
Were being investigated.
As a war crime.
As a war crime.
‘Can you row?’
the Sheep asked,
handing her a pair of
knitting-needles as she spoke.
‘Yes, a little –
but not on land –
and not with needles –’
Alice was beginning to say,
‘Orcs’ launched.
Almost 300 drones.
Against Ukraine.
Again overnight.
The ‘elves’ air force said.
And casualties were also reported.
In the northeastern city.
Of Kharkiv and.
The northern Sumy region.
Meanwhile ‘Mordor’ said.
It had shot down.
85 ‘elves’ drones.
when suddenly the needles
turned into oars in her hands,
and she found
they were in a little boat,
gliding along between banks:
so there was nothing for it
but to do her best.
but to do her best.
An ‘elf’ defence ministry official.
Blamed the casualties.
Blamed the casualties.
On “‘orcs’ air defence operations”.
Kyiv also reported.
Two attacks on factories.
It said were used by the ‘orcs’.
Military industrial complex.
‘Feather!’ cried the Sheep,
as she took up another pair of needles.
This didn’t sound like
a remark that needed any answer,
so Alice said nothing,
but pulled away.
There was something very queer
about the water, she thought,
The defence official said.
A “massive attack” was.
Carried out on a plant.
In Togliatti.
That produced synthetic rubber.
And petrochemical raw materials.
That produced synthetic rubber.
And petrochemical raw materials.
as every now and then
the oars got fast in it,
and would hardly
come out again.
‘Feather! Feather!’
the Sheep cried again,
taking more needles.
‘You’ll be catching a crab directly.’
Later ‘elves’ Security Service.
Said drone strikes.
Had halted production.
At the Alchevsk metallurgical plant.
In an ‘orcs’occupied area.
Of ‘elves’ Luhansk region.
in an ‘orcs’occupied area.
Of ‘elves’ Luhansk region.
As a result of the attack.
The second in a month.
Blast furnaces.
Production shops.
And other key areas.
Of the factory.
Were damaged.
The agency said.
‘A dear little crab!’
‘A dear little crab!’
thought Alice.
‘I should like that.’
‘Didn’t you hear me “Feather”?’
the Sheep cried angrily,
taking up
quite a bunch of needles.
‘Gandalf the Green’ has offered.
‘Mordor’ a truce.
‘Mordor’ a truce.
For the Easter holidays.
But so far.
Moscow is ignoring that.
But so far.
Moscow is ignoring that.
Major daytime attacks.
By ‘Mordor’.
Which were once rare.
Have been increasing.
Howl, howl, howl, howl!
O, you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes,
I’ld use them so
That heaven’s vault should crack.
She’s gone for ever!
Howl, howl, howl, howl!
O, you are men of stones:
I know when one is dead,
and when one lives;
She’s dead as earth.
She’s dead as earth.
Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist
or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
An ‘orcs’ drone attack.
On a market.
An ‘orcs’ drone attack.
On a market.
In southern Ukraine.
Has killed five people.
And injured 21.
Including a 14-year-old girl.
The attack took place.
At 09:50.
In the town of Nikopol.
Across the Dnipro river.
From land occupied by ‘orcs’.
Since their full-scale invasion.
In February.
2022.
This feather stirs;
she lives!
If it be so,
It is a chance
which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
This feather stirs;
she lives!
*Because I read “Russian attack on Ukraine market kills five” by Sarah Rainsford & Robert Greenall on 4 Apr 2026, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare and ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
