Thursday, November 1, 2012
When I was a kid, age 4 or 5 maybe, it was our neighborhood's tradition to go out Trick and Treating... In order to get a treat, we had to do some sort of trick--the costume parade was like a progressive talent show! I remember practicing my trick for some time before the great event. And when it arrived, holding my little paper-machee pumpkin lantern, I stood on each doorstep and sang: You better not shout, You better not cry, You better not pout-- I'm telling you why: Santa Claus is coming to... Sign in to see full entry.
Another crow
Pat B wrote most charmingly of a crow today, and it's love of shiny things... Which reminded me of this poem which I borrow back from my new bloggery, over at blogspot.com: THE CROW How do I know me? Can I count the ways? No, really, Can I? Ups and downs and ins and outs... so many of me there seem to be I can hardly sort them all keep them straight give time attention energy in fair divide. Who speaks? Which one of me today is most distraught determined driven by a feeling, by a cause...? Who... Sign in to see full entry.