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Sep. 17th, 2006 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
She peers down through the frosty firs;
the milk, the man, the house, all hers.
Eyes slitlike from a yawn, she purrs.
A flurry, then a whoosh of wings,
up snaps her head, her branchlet swings.
With sleek and silent poise, she springs.
.... *despairs* I AM AN IDIOT. _ _;; that isn't majestic at ALL.
whyyyyyyy is poetry so hard. T___T
0031 edit: ... whoa. When you stop working on it for a while, just like a very little while, and then look at it again, it suddenly looks a lot better than it did before.
whee maybe it's not so bad after all.
... BED.
the milk, the man, the house, all hers.
Eyes slitlike from a yawn, she purrs.
A flurry, then a whoosh of wings,
up snaps her head, her branchlet swings.
With sleek and silent poise, she springs.
.... *despairs* I AM AN IDIOT. _ _;; that isn't majestic at ALL.
whyyyyyyy is poetry so hard. T___T
0031 edit: ... whoa. When you stop working on it for a while, just like a very little while, and then look at it again, it suddenly looks a lot better than it did before.
whee maybe it's not so bad after all.
... BED.
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Date: 2006-09-17 01:18 pm (UTC)I think the second line of the first verse is perfect. And really, the whole thing is 可圈可點. ^^
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Date: 2006-09-18 03:03 am (UTC)