Moving Day

Dear Blogger

After so long it feels like I'm... moving on now. Thanks for the memories. You were great. No, it's me - not you.

So long and thanks for all the fish.

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Insomnia

In the dream hour
the wind bangs to be let in through my window
so I can smell its breath.

In the sleepy hour
the ceiling hides its patterns from half closed eyes
so I can't see its maps.

In the itchy hour
the cat pounces invisible mice anywhere on the floor
so that I can hear her play.

In the witching hour
the last song ends and the music box hushes
so the silence roars in my ears.

There is no....

Another one of my wolfmode musings. Sharpen your fangs first.
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Crystalline shards of icy glass
crash among my toes;

Sniffed for prey long miles gone,
scenting naught but hunger woes.

Yestermorn's snack - a bit of rabbit
dropped by an sated eagle

Only marks the time I've eaten thrice,
since the moon was last sable.

There is no prey to be found
since the sky turned to ashes.
There's no water around
without reeking dead fishes.

My packmates are all faded;
my memory remains undimmed.

The last of my kin, I hunt alone
for smaller prey, eyes red rimmed.

There is no prey to be found
since the sky turned to ashes.
There's no water around
without reeking dead fishes.

I've crossed that valley and this plateu
now to find some place unsinned.

Sad miles dragged below tired feet
have left my heart unpinned.

Perhaps in the south I'll find a land
untouched by summer's snow?

And in that land I'll find a mate
or some happier pack to know...

There is no prey to be found
since the sky turned to ashes.
There's no water around
without reeking dead fishes.

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or something like that. terribly cheery, yes I know. comments?