Oh, to be a goose! To be unburdened
by remorse,
Never knowing guilt’s weight,
the only thoughts crossing my softball-sized head
of bread and bitching about!
To be unhinged,
completely,
as a True Fowl Menace.
We lay on the ground, staring up at a sky that we’ve sung about in cool tones but never actually seen, a sky full of stars. At first...
It was a windy October night when I arrived to the wooden steps outside my house. I quickly got distracted, and something caught my eye....
It’s times like this, When I come home to see a fluffy Maine Coon sprawled across a woven rug by a roaring fire, Embers twirling up the...
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