NOTE: Here's a bit of poetry I wrote when I was a pup.
though the hole see the sky
past the green see the flat
yellowed field smooth patch and rippled kentucky blue
browned with cold freezer burnt
watch the road white ice black
sunning cat - fence sitting fatly - peering through
peering through swatches green
not be seen, dare reveal
hiding place: juniper canopy at corner house
through the hole see the sky
hop to branch prepare to fly
stretch the wings: small brown and drab but flying still
know the air hello the breeze
wan yellow sun bare leafless trees
winter now, but soon to come the smiling spring
latch to branch whistle song
as the cat pouts below
scan the field across the street for succulents
push the branch let it go
magic arms and fanning tail
no leap of faith as sparrow glides to field below
Indy and Harry
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We're heavily into many things at our house, as is the case with many
houses. So here are the fruits of many hours spent with Harry Potter and
Indiana Jone...
9 years ago
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