mewsings from your favorite feline.

separate account for writings, mostly fiction. some fanworks as well.

[purrose]

the hills

are lush and flushed in flora

when the mist hangs a song is played:

a cacophony of eau de nil

viridescent, a landscape of butterflies spawn

like a lover, 'roused are the pampas plumes

but one day -- this performance will cease,

leaving pastoral paintings in my mind's eye.