The winter drags on.
It's been month's since I rolled in dirt
or napped under my purple plum tree.
Bears have the right idea.
Next year, I am going to hibernate.
Until things thaw out
we will continue to do
the little things that we do:
Luigi will continue to strike menacing poses
at the bottom of the steps.
I will continue to try not to look so gosh darn cute.
Tiggy will continue to look pensive
even when a delightful bit of sunlight
creeps up and warms his tush.
And Uncle Keaks?
Well, it looks like he is already trying out
that hibernation thing!