sad night.

I'm having a sad night. I lost my familiar. It's not a surprise, I had a feeling she was gone, but there had been glimmers of hope the last few weeks. Possibilities that I was wrong.
Funny how attached we become to furry little friends. Funny how we dream about them even when they're long gone.

Here is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. It's completely unrelated to tonight, but I thought I'd post it anyway. It's not done, I'm going to polish it up a little more.


Mossy Want

It’s my dark digging capacity
that finds you running every night;
like soft forest flowers in my green nook
waiting for me to come home and love them.
Age old qustions of want
and lust and grabbing,
spat on by our existence today.
Binding river rot that stops you from kissing me

You’re there, I’m here and we’re not alone.
Flourescent buzzing cuts my water escape.
You should be here.