The Realm of the Pachyderm

I believe I have
taken five cat naps today.
Cats sure are sleepy.

If dying is like
falling asleep, then I think
I'm great at dying.

Perhaps that's not right,
as the naps were all taken
at a funeral.

Trips to Storyville
should have happened more when the
summer wasn't dead!

I was a monkey,
Mama Bear, a spastic goat.
"Fox in Socks" doth suck.

Sledding can't happen
on one inch of melting snow.
This is a bummer.

However, "Tangled"
is on the docket today.
What a nice upturn!

I need to buy books,
for my final semester
looms...one week away.

As the snow comes down,
my laborious breathing
reminds me I'm ill.

A miracle birth,
Christ came down to save us all.
Sing "Happy Birthday".

Born and died for us,
His gifts always mean the most
when we love Him back.

Despite the heartsick,
I have a loving family.
I am greatly blessed.

To blog every day,
I will compose one haiku.
Maybe two or three.

This way, there's less stress
because of long term absence.
I will feel better.

Today's thoughts: Grayson.
He turned six on the 21st.
Man, I am old now.

Medieval Times had
our backs for dinner tonight.
Jousting is violent.

However, nephews'
awe over swordplay was nice.
I received a "rose".

Here's hoping this works.
I ought to write here daily.
You sometimes read this.