Sunday, December 14, 2008

his impulse
was to celebrate winter—
the room waited
.
.

11 comments:

Deb said...

well come on down, we'll make snow angels.

; )

Anonymous said...

.....and waited and waited, alas

Steve said...

Haha, no serious rooms have to wait very long for me to celebrate usually. I'm already hopping like a snowman tonight. Just hoping the sheep don't eat my nose like they did last year.

Deb said...

I thought that was 2 years ago.

Blimey I've known you too long.

Hop away then Frosty. haha!

Steve said...

Ooh maybe it was two years then... But what's a year out between frosty pals eh? Haha. eek, just made myself slightly sick!

Deb said...

I just remember something about a sheep and a carrot.

haha! Oh now I'm sick as well. hahaha!

*muzzles self

Steve said...

Anyway, it was a sweet potato on that occasion. They're pretty multicultural, the sheep around here, unlike the humans.

Deb said...

Oh here!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdXwLQrRJ8

Steve said...

Shame he didn't have eight feet!

Anonymous said...

Yeah well we all know he's no spider...

You should post that it's grand! He's more nubile than I expected him to be. Must be used to dodging things.

Steve said...

Well I meant shame the thrower having 8 feet as he would have had more shoes...

And GDB 'nubile'..........?????

I could just live with agile.