Perfect It Aint

As the title indicates, perfect it aint. I'll rant and rave, maybe even curse once in a while. You are welcome to join me with your comments. At worst I'll just tear out the rest of my hair. At best, I may agree with you. Or maybe I'll just ignore it, because you know, perfect it aint!

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Monday, December 10, 2007

Where Have All The Owls Gone? Gone To......

Well, they are gone.

All but Hootie and Lorena.

One of these days I'll have to tell you the whole story. But not now. It is too raw in my mind to set down on paper. Hell, I wish they had had the courtesy to use paper. No, that's not fair. After all, they are God's creatures, too. Even if they seemed something else.

But they are gone. All of them, except Hootie and Lorena. And they are not getting along very well. I hope they get it worked out between them.

I guess it was the combination of cold weather and not enough to eat that moved them on. I don't know whether they went back to Georgia or moved on somewhere else. From what little I could gather, probably the latter. I don't think they left Georgia all of their own accord.

But that is a story for another day.

Getting hungry, now. Think I'll go get me a few more of those wings.

Uh, Mr. Howard, I Have Another One

Poetry time again, folks. Get out now while you can. Otherwise you'll have to read it---


ONE SERE LEAF


The house inside seemed much colder,
That once was warmed with their shared love.
The children now were grown and older
And moved to live on the mountain above.

She left the house so cold and drear
And walked to find the place
Where they had spent full many a year
Loving each other and finding grace.

The old tree now was lean and bare
Icy trunk and solidly set,
In ground so snowy it stood there,
Where first the two of them had met.

Shining sun and deep blue sky
At other times would bring her cheer.
And glancing up she saw him nigh,
But only her memory now kept him near.

A gust of wind ran through the tree
Bringing down just one sere leaf.
Just a gift from an old, old friend
To share the midnight of her grief.

She took it with her when she went in
And placed it in the frame
That held a picture of long ago
When first she took his name.

Treasured memories, plus one sere leaf.
Not much left for one so dear.
But enough for her to ease her grief,
And think on through the year.



Just a frame in the gallery of remembrances. But I like it.