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Monday, July 30, 2012

A Poem

Dinner Rush

The Cannon Center
holds its breath.
The quivering stillness
of prey in front of a predator.
The deer in the headlights.
The rabbit looking at the wolf.
The antelope that knows the lion is just around the corner.

Here they come.


  1. I LOVE YOU.
    Forgive me while I wipe a stray tear of hysteria and joy from my eye and exult over said Katherine.
    That will be all.
    Wait, also, I love that you're a scullery maid. I will let you know how my Charming scouting goes.

  2. This poem actually made me laugh out loud. For reals. I loved it.