An Old Fountain Pen and a New Doodle

I found my old Montblanc fountain pen earlier this week. I also discovered seven ink cartridges hiding in a tattered box near the back of the drawer. After fiddling with the pen for several days, I finally decided to find out if the darn thing still worked (I think I last used it in the late 80s). I loaded a cartridge, uncapped the pen, got ink all over my hand, grabbed a sheet of paper from the recycling bin, and...doodled. I probably should have written a poem or short story, but I couldn't think of a good first line. No worries: the doodle tells a rather poetic story without words.