Friday, July 16, 2010

The Way Things Go

The cats stare at me,
don't know who I am and want.
Coldest of cold spells.

So, the haiku came first this time. Missing baseball so much, watching Lincecum blank the Mets. All I think about is how much I love Favorite Librarian.

New Haiku:

Stare at each other
we care about what we think,
yet we are silent.