Mird-the-Clever

I wish I could say "Wait, how about pizza?" But I'm just too nervous To do you that service. So I just sit still And my mind starts to fill With thoughts that I'm worthless A mouse that should've been birth-less. And I'm just a loser, I'm just a man who would be a boozer Who sits on the sidewalk And begs to the sheep flock, Whose minds have been taken By something with bacon. But we all carry our own bags on the airline of life, And my heaviest bag is the one with the knife That I use to bleed out all my worries and strife… But I can't bleed out loneliness, can I? A frozen field mouse can't speak a word When caught in

__ I take a deep breath, the smell of the earth enhanced by the rain fills my nostrils and invigorates me.  The sound of the leaves in the wind and the animals in the distance sharpen my senses as my mind becomes one with them.  My clouded leopard, White Eyes, purrs as she lies curled next to me, sharing my warmth and my peace.  This is the average scene of my meditation as long as you cut out the raining, that was a deviation from the norm, but I enjoy it anyways. __ As my mind drifts back to my body, I realized White Eyes wasn't purring and I immediately became alert.  My ever watchful guardian's fur was up on end and her growl permeated t