1. I know I’m gearing up for writing poetry again when I start reading poets and poetry analysis instead of a novel.
2. Rereading the Harry Potter novels and enjoying them just as much this time around as the first time.
3. We had a bird in the house – a live bird. A smart bird that hid behind a bookshelf until we could rescue him. I have a sneaking suspicion the cat invited him in. The cat’s not talking.
4. Somewhere between extreme heat outside and the very cold inside is a happy medium. It must be very small because I haven’t been able to find it yet.
5. Now and then I find a word so stupend-fabulo-acular I beg it to be put in a poem. What’s interesting is that the word usually resists, kicking and biting the other words. Sometimes the chaos makes magic, but usually not.
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4 comments:
Well, at least the cat didn't blame the corgies for that bird incident. ;)
Oh believe me, the cat would if she could...
I have to leave the door to my office open so Threshold Kitty can come and go as he pleases. His dish of dry food is near the door, and more than once a bird has helped itself to the food. Uh, that makes a lovely feast for kitty, who finds the game great fun.
I would prefer kitties leave the wildlife alone, but I know how that goes.
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