Good Day, Humans.
We had our first real snow on Tuesday.
Oh no, your eyes are not deceiving you
I said "snow".
What is this place?
|Warm sun on my face, while the chilly air|
lightly whispers against my body. Odd!
I think I like this!
Leaves are still on the shrubbery
and now they are covered with snow!
Scarlet foliage now draped in frosty white;
fluffy white collars on street lamps and railings.
Is this a magic place?
Some days, I think so.
It is a place where seasons flip and twirl
and the morning light shines down
on daily surprises.
I think I like this place.
It is obviously too cold
but still ...
I think I like it.
Thank gods it's FreyaDay!
The tiger stirred from sweet repose
For hunger grew once more...
Despite the cool, cool ice that froze,
The pain began to gnaw...
|The boy-twin peers outside, but inside his|
silly head thoughts of heroism and
adventure swirl. He is a feline
Walter Mitty. (sigh)
At creatures near and far,
Not one of these could be his friend,
For his sharp claws could scar...
He prowled along, with stealth, with guile,
His eyes like black night coals.
His hidden hunger would defile
His soul with evil goals.
He didn't pine for fruit or grass
Like other creatures would...
If he saw them, he'd merely pass
For he sought something good.
To him, that meant some meat to eat
And nothing else seemed right...
For this, he'd chase and he'd compete
With courage and with might!
He looked so sleek, so fit, so firm,
So proud and quite supreme...
Yet he must serve this Winter term
A prisoner to his dream...
The creatures feared him night and day...
They hid when he came close...
To him, they were his meat, his prey...
To them, his life he owes...
- Denis Martindale