Pure Twaddle

I lie in bed awake unable to sleep,
and in my conscience deep,
I dream of Montana and hitch-hiking,
out West with a pair of skis,
forming creases on my shoulder while
the snow digs deeper into my psyche
Yes, I am ready for you
Thou urge to flee what feels so comfortable
And what again bothers me

Popularity: 4% [?]

Times are tough here on the East Coast. Squirrels are trying to cope with the acorn shortage any way they can. I caught this little acrobat in the act. No matter where I hang the feeder he finds a way to reach it.

Popularity: 20% [?]