Must Be Mushy
2300 Reindeer greet me at the gate with tipsy tidings. A hearty feast before me, but an IHOP had already filled my satchel. A dollop of nog in my coffee.
0230 I gazed wary from the towers of Stronghold H at the glistening down that rode the air in a silent torrent. With one thumb I marked the line of two heroes fleeing from their Skaldic enemies through a frozen mountainous tundra.
0300 Dorothy not of Kansas called in to say she was trapped in a beaver's dam. The first of not a few. Tears obscured my vision...mysterious pain. Red Eyes before a Red Bull sped the dawn through a blizzard. Soothe, the busy hours arrive at last and all worry merges into a footnote.
0630 Am released, or unleashed, to wander the wild Madison streets. Am disappointed not to see the taxi drawn by sled dogs nor woolly mammoth phantoms nor even reindeer out on a dry run. Witless pedestrians such as I trudged up or down as needs be a treacherous hill...dangerous ground plowed for 4 cylinders and nervy braking was usurped for a footpath.
0715 Home a collapse perhaps a rest. And, now that I have survived the morning at work and morning in commute the weather returns to playground ambiance and loses much of its battleground hype. Ah let it snow (cough cough)
0230 I gazed wary from the towers of Stronghold H at the glistening down that rode the air in a silent torrent. With one thumb I marked the line of two heroes fleeing from their Skaldic enemies through a frozen mountainous tundra.
0300 Dorothy not of Kansas called in to say she was trapped in a beaver's dam. The first of not a few. Tears obscured my vision...mysterious pain. Red Eyes before a Red Bull sped the dawn through a blizzard. Soothe, the busy hours arrive at last and all worry merges into a footnote.
0630 Am released, or unleashed, to wander the wild Madison streets. Am disappointed not to see the taxi drawn by sled dogs nor woolly mammoth phantoms nor even reindeer out on a dry run. Witless pedestrians such as I trudged up or down as needs be a treacherous hill...dangerous ground plowed for 4 cylinders and nervy braking was usurped for a footpath.
0715 Home a collapse perhaps a rest. And, now that I have survived the morning at work and morning in commute the weather returns to playground ambiance and loses much of its battleground hype. Ah let it snow (cough cough)