Eclectic at best,
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.