"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Snow falls on Montague St
It's a Brooklyn haiku in the making right outside the window. This is Rocky, my co-worker this week. He's an animal.
O, he stays warm by barking and dreaming of biting my ankles. He spent seven hours on his mistress's lap yesterday, so he's ok. Today, it was too hot for him behind that glass with all the sun.
It's a Brooklyn haiku in the making right outside the window.
This is Rocky, my co-worker this week. He's an animal.
5 comments:
He's sure working the cute.
Put a sweater on him, he looks cold!
O, he stays warm by barking and dreaming of biting my ankles. He spent seven hours on his mistress's lap yesterday, so he's ok. Today, it was too hot for him behind that glass with all the sun.
You're an animal too, aren't you?
FA
O my yes, especially under the sheets.
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