Down by the woods I did walk,
where things do prowl and things do stalk.
By midnight moon and drifting star,
I met the beast that left a scar.

Night songs howled out wild and sweet,
the breath of forest and sea so deep.
Ocean's salt mingled blue with red,
a tang of crimson to keep well fed.

One to many and voices swell,
racing city streets and country dell.
From my home the coast afar and back,
now it's my turn to gather the pack.

Will you sing with me?

Why the last post didn't show up until now, I've no idea, other than this blog seems to do that now and again. Some bug somewhere that I've no patience or time to struggle with, so I leave it as it goes.

Hopping on the net at work before heading to lunch, I am surprised to learn of Steve Irwin's death. I sorrow for his wife and children, who must now continue on without their husband and father, which no one should have to do. I regret the loss of someone who did so much for animals and conservation, even if I couldn't watch his show more than ten minutes.

I can only hope to love my job as much as he did his. He was definitely a man who loved life, and he seemed to live every moment to the fullest. Hat's off to you, Steve.