June 14, 2011

The Nerve

I lost some of my majesty about three weeks ago in a storm but I'm still capable, mighty, and can still see a fur piece, nodding in the wind to all my cousins.

When the sun made it's way three quarters around the great arc a man pulled in the black stripe and barry met him and they walked back to look up at me from all angles. The man would look up and write something on a paper and look up again, pointing at me.

The man and barry talked for awhile and then he left, leaving barry the paper he was writing on. I guess he was writing a book report about me. barry gave me a wistful look, then went back inside the house where my shadow casts long across the top.

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