Another Poem

"Trees" By Keldan

I think that I will never see,
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose bark I like to climb,
Scurry on up, and stop on a dime.
Climb the branches, oh no I slip,
On the way down I hurt my hip.
To see my maker, I'm ready to meet,
But I'm a cat, I land on my feet.

- the end.

Up There

"What are you doing up there?"
"How did you get up there?"
"Come down off from there, do you hear me?"

These humans ask so many questions. D&D ask me these questions all the time, and it seems since November .... daily.

I want to say, "and exactly where did the both of you get your educations?"

It is simple logic. Warm air rises. It's winter time. It's colder than the summer/spring/fall months. Why do you think I am 'up there'?

Sometimes humans do not use their noggins.