3200 Kelvin is
Warm. 5200 is cool.
Hawaii – 5500
Yet it’s hot there but here in
My room – warm – it’s cool.
I wish they had tigers here. Elephants, too. Herds.
They’d be fun to photograph.
But I get feral cats and roly-poly residents.
It would be fun to see ghosts with my Nikon spirit filter
Or know a place where I can find fairies.
(Other than that place in JCity)
But I don’t see and I don’t find.
The camera is passive, the eye most active.
I walk where I live, looking, looking.
Always with a camera, catching
Those scenes that others missed.
Pigs ought to be proud that their bellies
Are so wonderfully welcome again.
Bacon’s the bomb. Bacon rules.
Bacon talks, sausage walks.
Bacon Fests, bacon shakes, bacon on burgers,
Bacon on cheese, bacon on sundaes.
Bacon on Chinese, bacon on Mondays.
Chocolate covered bacon. Bacon vodka,
Na zdorovya! <snicker>
Artisanal bacon, oo la la. El gordo.
Six different types of umami
Smoked, sliced and ready to fry,
Ready to grill, ready to bake.
Downfall of many a vegetarian,
A gateway meat, a step to steak.
Pigs ought to be proud.