Oh Que!

Yep, my cats keep very busy, and we have a working vermin dog too. Occasionally he slips next door too, which helps quite a lot ...which the neighbours do not mind.

It is hard to keep your property rodent free if the neighbors are not trying to maintain the same degree of non rodent friendly land.
 
sort of a non sexual succubus?

It seems that way, based on his description. I think I saw something similar on Supernatural, but I haven't had time to do the research yet.



Didn't Que have the little one last night? maybe she tied him up so that she could rule the roost.

It sounded like it. I'm not a very good stalker, so I don't really know for sure. :(
 
I gots a mind like a steel trap....unfortunately, I think it is a tad rusty.
 
Exactly. Or the ability to write poems that don't meander.

It's okay if the writing meanders. It's in the editing that you'll hopefully find the piece you're looking for. I find it helpful to read it aloud again while editing. They're very nice and helpful in the poetry forum, by the way. :)
 
It's okay if the writing meanders. It's in the editing that you'll hopefully find the piece you're looking for. I find it helpful to read it aloud again while editing. They're very nice and helpful in the poetry forum, by the way. :)

The poem is finished. I letting the amorous beastie doze for awhile until I decide whether to keep him or put him up for adoption.
 
Well I got the call. I have to be at the surgical center at 6am. I'm first
 
Well I got the call. I have to be at the surgical center at 6am. I'm first surgery of the day!
 
That's good. Nervous or enthusiastic or both? Good luck. :rose:

Regarding smells, I think smell of dead things is quite particularly able to drive one to despair but you know eventually it will go; its not like when urine or rotten things have got into wood work or plaster and the smell is 'in there' until those bits of house are removed.

Elle

Enthusiastic...I may get to go snowshoeing yet this upcoming winter!

It's good to be first... they're never running behind at 6 am


That is one of the reasons I like to be first, also the surgeon is not trying to rush to get home!
 
I hope everything goes as expected. :rose:





There's another place? :confused:

Can I quote you? I said I'd write it! I can always replace it with a series of dots tomorrow. I'm rusty, remember.


Amorous Poem Meets Night

Think about an amorous poem--
his hands in his pockets
outside your home,
he won’t go away
will linger each day
and night until
you pull your shade.

Each garment shed
each hour spent
your awkward walk
your voiceless talk
each gesture caught
within the glass
fascinates him.
So grows the poem.
Strong and erect.
And delusional.
Imagining dreams that can’t be known,
believing he can see your bed,
hear your song, get into your head,
even see you naked.

A nightingale sings in the dark
-- or does it?
The wind that whispers in the trees
is only just the wind.
The shade is drawn
-- has always been.
Still, the poem limps on,
happily humming,
pondering through the night.
 
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