Day 4

Butterflies & Sunflowers. (But scary butterflies.) [Thank you, Morgan]

Their big yellow faces turned up to the sun
the birds and the bees are out havin' fun
the sunflowers taller and sunnier too
but something scary is lurking there too.
Colorful wings and delicate forms
flutter about like magical storms
And though they are pretty and vibrant and small
They really aren't all that harmless at all.
Eye-shapes on wings; a frightening trait,
and one butterfly wing can change all of fate.
Subtly and softly and mystically fierce
such a small thing can all of time pierce.
Delicately perched on a sunflower tall;
These butterflies are actually watching us all.

Day Three

First Day

Click click tap
Ding!
*yawn* "Hmm, breakfast aromas."
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
tap tap tap
"Ha ha ha ha! beautiful weather!"
crinkle, vrrrrrip bap tink clunk.
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
Shunka shunka shunka shunka
click click tap
Ding!
munch munch *gulp*
"Who is Antonio and may I hug him?"
click click tap
Ding!
swish swish, dribble splat wipe
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
squeak click tap WHIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRR
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
BAM
*yawn* "Whoa, what time is it?"
crickity crack snap pop streeeeeeeeeetch
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
swish swish dribble splat wipe
Click click tap
Ding!

Poetry Month

Hey all you loyal followers of the intrepid Oru!

I would have posted this yesterday, but I didn't want you guys to think I was joking! But, since this IS the day of my birth, as w well as a beautiful spring morning, I will announce this months activity!

April is POETRY MONTH! AND since I missed yesterday I shall be granting you 2 poems to enjoy!

April 1st
**Fool's Gold**
A shining day
A gleaming sun and pale blue sky
An Easter Egg day in pastel.
Early and brilliant
Rise and shine like early birds
Worship what you will and how,
And if you are lucky:
It's more fun than this poem.

April 2nd
**Device**
I've contemplated my device
A thousand things to do on it,
Not one real face or voice,
All filtered through the screen.
I've received the best wishes
And the congratulations
And I've read and reread the jokes,
The political opinions, rants
Spiritual epitaphs for inspiration.
I like to peruse the arts,
The fictions and the factoids,
I see thousands of smiling faces,
And hundreds more sad eyes.
And if only
If only
Only
Wonder if those sad eyes
Could be made happy
By seeing a smiling face in person,
Close enough to be a screen
But in such greater, glorious, flawed
High definition.