Haiku Friday

a family of two,
foxes outside my office,
hope the geese run fast

Little Foxes

Dear Fox outside my window,

Thanks for coming by and sunbathing by my window today. I feel as if I don't see you as often as I'd like.

I was honestly having a bit of a resentment toward you since I'm pretty sure you want to want to eat the geese that come by and visit too. I understand that its a matter of natural selection; however, I would be none to pleased to witness it at work.

Later you got up and began to cute fox like things like scratch your back.

I did not appreciate the mocking faces you made at me.

I am at work you see and do not have the opportunity to sunbathe outside and scratch whenever possible is not an option for me.

Fox, you mock me and I find it unfair.

For your unfair mocking I have decided to name you Sonny Crockett, I find it the only fair and reasonable course of action to take. You are Sonny Crockett. Stop mocking me Sonny, puh puh, I spit in your general direction.

Like all relationships, things change. I did not realize that you were a single mom just trying to raise a lil' fox of your own in these hardcore Silver Spring streets.

Empathy.

I shall remove the moniker of Sonny Crockett, and dub the Estelle Getty our little friend here on the left is naturally Bea Arthur.

Like all Golden Girls, thank you. Thank you for being a friend. Down my window sill and back again. You may be mangy, but you're a pal and a confidant.

However, just a friendly reminder, stay away from the effing geese.

<3,

#!/usr/bin/me

Morning Rant

I think I'd enjoy taking a long weekend to learn to knit a great sweater of all my defects, character flaws and things that make me awkward.

I'd practically wear it out eating simply living in it.

Let little blemishes accumulate, hope it snags on an errant nail or two; earn its own flaws and defects. We'll call them character marks (and I know they are scars).

The ability to look in the mirror knowing exactly what is bothering me be brilliant.

There is too much activity in my attic; and, I feel the weight of big decisions sitting on my chest like a six ton boulder.

Schlepping along cursing in my head about events, emotion and folks I have no control over.

I really do not like my flaws, defects and things that make me awkward.

But, man, I love being alive.

BAD haiku Friday, "the hmmmm is it getting nice outside?" edition

gorgeous spring morning,
and a tickle in my throat,
strep, you are my bane.

they came from new york,
assuming an easy win,
n’ left just breathing.

i need outdoor wheels,
four oh four the site is down,
but i want to shop.

cats have their own door,
they sit and giggle at me,
i can’t fit through it.

its eight twenty nine,
one eye open to the world,
where is my coffee?