The Weile Woods

So I got my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday and I woke up this morning with blood all over my face.

My immediate reaction was, “I have become a werewolf.”

Have the meds worn off yet?

Good Lord Almighty.  Just finished Season 1 of Eureka.

What is this.  This is the cruelest episode of any TV show ever, I swear.  I just… what is this?  It’s practically heart murder, why would anyone do this?!

Especially Jo and Jim!!  Whyyyyy?!

I just want to…

Things had better get happy after this. D:

How does the vixen react when she finds her mate?

Is it a dull accident or the guiding hand of fate?

How does she look upon the father of her kits?

Does she feel joy or resignation as she commits?

Is the decision instant or does it take years?

Is it even hers?

The third hour was lovely, though not like the fourth,

But I suppose you already knew that.

All had grown still, frozen by the low sun;

Branches encased in their ice coffins,

The clouds gave the sky her veil,

And they wept for the loss of the mourning son.

I wish you could have seen it,

But you’d already left by then,

Gone somewhere warmer, I suppose.

Such a shame, really.

You missed the funeral procession,

All of its gaudy glory, all of its lies,

It was quite the sideshow.

But I suppose you already knew that, too.

It was from this parade that I wandered,

From that charade that I wandered.

I jumped the cable and fell into the leaves,

To me they whispered your song,

The sweet serenade you sang before you left.

I laughed in your memory

With the kind of joy that you would have,

And I cast off my shade and its weight.

Yes, the fourth hour was far more the lovelier

But now it’s the eleventh hour,

And I’d better get ready to leave.

- A Weiler