How am I today, you ask? How was work today? How's the book I'm reading? The one I'm writing? How's my Facebook Scrabble games going? Am I ready for Christmas, you wonder? How am I doing at the bank? Do I have any pistachios left? What did I eat today? Was today a Starbucks day or an energy drink day, you ask? What games did I play today, if any, you wonder? What do I *really* want for Christmas, that there's no way on earth I'll get? Am I looking forward to Christmas? To New Year's? To the LAN party? Is the camp slideshow done yet? Did I order a "pooter", you wonder? Am I sick of life? Do I feel an urge to toss some things in the car, start driving, and not look back? Am I excited about the new year? How's business? How's the weather? How's my health? How's my mood?
Instead I give you, Sparrow in the Snow!
Sparrow in the Snow: A Poem
by Dave Wagner, Esq.
O Sparrow in the snow,
Can I swat you
With a tennis racket?
I know I shouldn't just spring top-quality poetry on you all like that unannounced. If you weren't sitting down and well-rested before reading it, the stark imagery and deep themes and sub-themes could overpower you, and make you feel light-headed. The risk of injury is there, though admittedly minimal. Next time, I shall provide at least 24 hours advanced warning. Thank you for your patience and understanding.