an owl just bellowed in the distance
i love it
bioacoustics stuff
not hoots, nor twit twoo
sensory imagery
i hee-hawed
to the office
squamates and development hell
floods of tears and memories
of hungry hungry hippos
i bellowed in the closeness
the closeness of you
you go in this direction, i go in that, and we must meet.
(belt).
Postman Pat's cat is called Jess.
how cooler and grittier it might have been, had it
been called Jesse James
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