Eaves Dropped

“Who would name something ‘Fluffy’?”

“I did, I named a dog Fluffy.”

Silence.

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Just a little bit of a conversation I overheard between my eldest nephew and my mom. It was hilarious to the partially asleep me when I heard it.

Snowstorm Peace

Gently flowing down,

Fluffy and soft and moving from slow to fast.

Tree limbs are lined,

But instead of skeletal looking,

They are blurred along the edges softly.

But underneath the gentle facade

Icy sheets await.

Death has never looked so quiet and peaceful.