feathers

Where are my black wings tonight? I left them on the wall of the place I don’t live anymore. I should take them from that hollow house and wear them. Skip to the shoreline and play barefoot with the waves. 

 Tomorrow is the play. I’m to take the boy along, but that is no worry. I believe ,   and   are coming along as well. I must remember to call them and the theatre and reserve our seating. Cat and Mouse, Sheep. Grand Guignol. Sadly I think it shall be trite in comparison to the work that would have happened if Bill Devine hadn’t stepped down to be the lead.

Ranting theatre students, art students, posies of vile words and slander. Oh so shocking, I’m sure.

Oh – http://www.sparkology.net/otters/archives/001277.php – for a    moment with otters.