Eclectic at best,

Round-eyed and 


Usurping my sister

Between tea time and 

Supper, I find myself 

Thinking of animals, 

As I am wont to do.

Never let it be said that I do not

Cure my own sicknesses, I am 

Easy to satisfy, but rarely

Dependant on my friends or family.

Evenings are my favorite, 

Summer's heat is the best. 

The warmth seeps into my bones an

Rests there, like a cat that will not move

Or a fire that does not go out. 

Years pass in the blink of an eye for me, and on the 

Surface, I am nothing more than a writer. Maybe that's true.

The End

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