Poetry

My mother and I went for a walk in a wooded park just outside of town, and what we found when we got home resulted in this wondrous literary achievement:

Today we walked
(cause we should)
Walked in a wood
(it was good)
We crossed a stream
And then, I deem,
We stepped into
And walked right through
A family's nest.
They thought it best
To cling to us.
I know because
When we were back in
I checked my skin
And I found some ticks.
They numbered six.
I let out a shout
And plucked them out
And I put them, in time,
In a little rhyme
That doesn't actually rhyme at all
In the last little bit.

And there you have it, folks. The most amazing example of literary genius this side of the Mississippi. But seriously, all poetics aside, I really did find six ticks. And if anyone can think of a creature more disgusting than a tick, let me know. I dare you. When I found the first one I had to go into an elaborate ritual to drum up enough courage to touch it, even with the tweezers. I freely admit--I'm not ashamed--this included jumping up and down and screaming like a girl. Go ahead. Laugh. But let this be a warning to you to wear long sleeves and bug spray the next time you venture out for some fresh air. Because you never know when a tick might be waiting for you...

I watched Finding Neverland with my parents tonight. It was nice, because I noticed a whole bunch of things I never realized before, and it's really a fantastically made movie. I love how intrically the plot is woven together. And I think so much of the diologue is just beautiful. I approve.

Goodnight friends.