I'm running late (Blogophilia 46.6)
I've been having fun this week trying to figure this set of prompts out. I started with some bad poetry: Wisps of steam obscuring the view Of a snow covered walk We look like something the cat drug in Disentangling arms Sweat soaked hair Tender skin We love like lions Fifty times a day. You are Zachariah Level higher than others. Burning brightly Over all. And while everything is in there (the odd fact is Lions can mate up to 50 times a day in season), there was something unsatisfying about it. So, I tried again, using a story about how my cat drug in an owl (or the owl chased him in). And that way, I could mention how owls have three eyelids, one for blinking, one for sleeping and another for keeping their eyes clean. And I could mention how awesome (again on the level of Zachariah) it was to have the thing staring at me. But, then people would say: "Pics or it didn't happen". He was so surprising, I grabbed a beach towel (to toss ...