Wake up, laughter, cussing, what happened?
She is just pissed at me – why are you tripping out on me, I asked?
Hanging friends started at the Bismarck, then snuck off to the Empire…
Nice, be nice, hug be hugged, imagined sun and warmth.
South they went on to Dempsey’s…
Gad they are making out, right in front of us – fuck!?
Fuck it – I am getting a smoke, Raz just fucking does not believe me…
Says Zak
Monthly Archives: September 2014
Humming Birds
Sugar well,
birds abundant,
fed,
activity a daily blessing.
Night falls,
a young lad ventures inside,
trapped,
allows for a pillow case recovery.
Ruby throated,
wings a buzzing,
heated,
gaggle of four a chasing.
Migrating
Stella the Basenji
Oh what a life, your back yard antics, pulled a dove from the air, garbled er up on the run, jumped off path for that steak in the bush, your rule of the home, that patience for the cats, your quiet demeanor, your warmth is missed. 