Monday, January 23, 2012

The Dead of Winter

This is the time of year when we start to see the results of Tibby's and Blue's hunting.

They leave their catches out and about.   Sometimes all we find is parts. 

It's gross.

Ahem.

And now a haiku:

The dead of winter
are gathered in our back yard.
Don't step on any.


And a limerick:

There once was a girl in Solsberry,
whose animals refused to bury.
The rabbits and mice,
and moles became ice.
Their corpses made winter quite scary.



P.S.   I did not illustrate this post.   I think you know why.

4 comments:

  1. I so needed this giggle this morning!

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  2. Oh, and one more thing: if you can do posts on "What kind of poop is this?" I think we can handle pictures of mole corpses...;-)

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  3. You're so creative! How do you find time to write poetry in addition to all you do?

    Thanks for not illustrating; I could actually load this somewhat quickly. ;)

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  4. Baaahahahaha! Thanks for the laugh. And the really gross mental picture. Although I agree with Murphala. We can handle anything after poop quizzes. (which also make me giggle.)

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