whitereflection | ten in three days

So, Trader Joe's Dark Peppermint Covered Peppermint Joe Joe's are my demon blood. Good lord'n'butter, those should be a controlled substance. (See? http://www.candyblog.net/blog/item/trader_joes_mint_jojos_versus_mint_oreos/ Asdfkjfsk*omnom*)

Speaking of tasty things, ♥thanks,

jojothecr for the fruit plate virtual gift :D Cute!♥

Re: WoW. >_> So addicted to playing Yared over on Khaz Modan. :x I think I got her like four or five levels yesterday (up to 22 already). When did warriors get to be this fun? I think I'm Fury tree for life... At least I can sort of rationalize playing her instead of my belf DK or my mage (still 3 levels and five levels from 80) since it's sort of a last chance to see Darkshore and Ashenvale before The Shattering. I'll miss Auberdine, in a way. ^^; (Nostalgia again...remembering being there the first time on Sas in vanilla, and it was so very crowded--met the people who got me into my very first guild on a quest there.)

Hard to focus/think today. Either I'm falling asleep exhausted, or buzzed and wired and jittery, pacing from the small amount of caffeine and sugar I tried to combat that with. Just went out on the back porch (was cold, even the cats didn't want to go out) and sat for awhile and jotted down some sort-of poetry.

Day 15 11/15/10 approx half-hour?

Backyard Verses

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Shiver-cold fall day
the tree adds one last leaf to
the blanket below

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cat skulks on tentative paws
onto the enclosed porch;
open patio door
surely means new dangers.

*
young hawk lurks
in the bones of trees,
wings away when I notice--
curses, foiled again

*
rushing cars
beyond the fence,
down the hill
chain link keeps me safe from them
--or them safe from me

*
One of my neighbors
has a dog.
Or so it keeps announcing to us
again and again.

*
shell of a birdhouse,
corn kernels scattered below;
squirrels have had their fill.

*
tiny red berries
tucked in the fence vines
tiny brown birds
hide in the leaves
milkweed pod husks dangle
empty of fluff
two red maple leaves
this year's seedling
growing through the fence

*

Frontyard Verse

brown birds swarming the feeder,
dropping seeds;
inside, little cat pretends to pounce

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