Sunday, July 20, 2014

072014

Today our black cat Simon who, except for supplements to his avian diet is quite self-sufficient, wanted something. What, I have no clue, but he used claws & teeth enough to make me glad I'm not a bird. Or a book. He was pushing them around like an elephant in a supermarket. Including The Eskimo Invasion by Hayden Howard, if you can believe it. One of my recent "vintage" scores that I'm eager to taste. Which brings me to the poem of the day.

Their first invasion failed because,
as they moved south, the
polar-bear disguises grew warm,
and attracted lead.

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