And that's just not like me.
But I'm too busy eating;
Winter's coming, you see.
I must, like the squirrel,
Put food in the store.
Or what's all this hay
In the darn paddock for?
So, you see, I am busy
Mincing words with my hay.
When I'm feeling inspired
You'll hear from me ... eh!
* * *
Honestly, I must be having writer's block, or something, or the scribe's simply not paying attention. In the meantime, I linger here in the paddock, enjoying the beautiful late fall sunshine with my buddy, Sam, and chowing down on the hay that's been provided for our eating pleasure. The muse must rest once in a while too, you know.
See you anon ...
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