I reminded myself of my freedom upon awakening this morning.
Howl easy it is to say that word without meaningful intent.
Free from what?: you may ask.
I don’t know. Myself? Selective desires? What I wanted for other people?
My love of this particular previous mode of life.
I can keep my love and desire anywhere.
Choice and temperance decides if I wilt.
I choose to keep some with you because I can.
Hansel and Gretel breadcrumbed the path of the trail taken.
The coach benched the less adept players.
They were told that they were lucky to make the team at all.
Tuned in ghosts may be friendly, right Casper?
My vocabulary grows.
Giggle. Howl fun it is to smile at what others assumed would wreck you.
Howl I laugh at myself until ’til I cry.
Howl strange it makes me feel efficacious.
Everyone can name a thing that or a person who
Can they evidence a pursuit of the want?
How long can their arms carry wood during the winter.
How much sun can their skin take from the summer?
Silly beast, did you think an invoice for work done would be presented?
Flatter your-being a little more. But,
do not flatter your-self.
The junko flits about the porch upon which I sit.
I doubt s/he has a plan or a concern for my prescence.
hungry enough. To naught,
care to hide.
Stellars’ Jays are more self-aware. They won’t come over.
They just look on from the apposite rooftop.
Both can fly.
I know you can run, but can you lift off?
Why taxi on a runway
when there are
highways and byways?
A hitchhiker and a driver.
There is romance to it,
if you survive.
I know you are a bullet. Don’t make me dodge you.
Shoot to kill, huh.
Catch and release?
I am not endangered so don’t bother.
Shoot to wound?
Crueler and more unusual.
Taxi your own dermis first because your trophies are only relevant to you.
Are you a trophy in anybody else’s eyes?
They will clean you regularly and prominently display you.
They may continue to amass more trophies.
Devaluation of a trophy holder not a trophy.