Thursday, January 22, 2009


Ice buries the fields.

Nola grows restless.

Do you hear it?

Do you smell it?

It's a rumbling from underground.

His slumber is fading.

Soon he will rise.

For good, or for evil.

Oh, he's here for evil.

It's almost groundhog day.

And LakeRykertis back.

1 comment:

Rowboat Abides said...

hahaha, sounds like the pecota from the dugout.