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Thursday, May 24, 2007


   I'm not dead, just busy!
I got a tablet, but I'm still working on getting better with it before I can do more on the comic. I've posted some art on Deviantart for anyone who cares, and since I'm obsessed with that site, this one has kind of been suffering. So, to make up for it.... have a poem!

Feathers
Perchance I saw a little blue
Bird in the lofty branches overhead,
And to him I sang, “How do
You do, Mr. Bluebird? Why, surely you are wed

To a lady clad in such a dress
Worthy of your downy touch
And whose voice is no less
Glorious than your own. Though I do much

Wonder why your chest
Is splattered in a bloody red
As though to betray the heart your nest
Has stolen, or otherwise fed,

Pelican-like, to your clamoring offspring.
Oh! What a symphony you could sound! —
Self-composed and sweet—if the ring
That so limits your flight was unbound
And heaven be the color of your wing.”


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