[Soaring Feather]

Good morning poets!

[uncleshag]

Good Mornin' oh po'tress in the Dancing Shoes!

Good Morning Lair!

Nice and crisp this morning! The Glorious South looking
great with a heavy frosting on the freshly cut fields.
The crunch-crunch-crunch of ice risers in the moist red
clay alert 40 cats to my footsteps and they spy the big pot
of cold leftover grits and Meow Mix.

Suddenly, I am loved.