This little guy showed up to play on my porch.
Probably spent the afternoon digging up my plants or eating the seeds before I noticed it.
Timmy, rather than chase the rodent off- was busy sleeping.
Saving up energy so he can tear around the apartment as if he’s on fire.
But of course, he only does that after 2am in the morning.
When I’m trying to sleep.
Still avoiding adulthood.
How can you ever die without growing up?
I was born in the 70's.
I work in the computer realm.
I don't like idiots.
Slow people are fine.
But willful idiots, no.
That would be the people who'd argue the color of the sky. 
