LIfe is still a roller coaster. No time to blog or read blogs or do much of anything except try to remember how to put one foot in front of the other and get through another day. I’ll be at CSLA in Sacramento this weekend and then hoping to crash for the next week at home, on vacation, curled up on the couch with my husband, my dog, and many hours of TiVo to help me vegetate.

But Poetry Friday is a must-do.

The Alligator’s Children

The alligator is a creature
With not a single pleasing feature;
And even when it’s very small,
It is not cuddlesome at all.
With countless teeth its jaws are set.
I do not want one for a pet.

Cicely Fox Smith, 1882-1954