Hibernation

Fly

black bird

over the sad winter night

where white snow

falls softly

and summer sleeps

as she awaits the sun

*****

So there's a poem from the fridge. And today is New Year's Eve. It's going to be nice and quiet around here. Rusty and I will probably stay up late watching Monty Python, and then go to bed and sleep until noon. I've never been one to watch the ball drop with Dick Clark (who is terribly scary, by the way). And Rusty would be asleep anyway. So I'll be watching Monty Python by myself, which is just perfect, because when I get tired, I can go to sleep.

Have a good night, and don't drink and drive.