Ren Wildly @renwildly@octodon.social

Yesterday, I found this handwritten poem draft I wrote about Rose (a professor/mentor/friend who has since passed away) when I was sorting through some papers. It probably needs revising, but I’m not sure I want to since it is almost like this artifact of something I was afraid I had lost. She was the first person to tell me I should write, that I was good at it. She was extremely formative in who I became as a person and writer.
https://octodon.social/media/O7s4SHjis_89dhLIaKM

I also caught him right before he did a full body feather shake. How can anything contain this much fluff?
https://octodon.social/media/wusb-lkZ5PZbmSvritk

Somebody just woke up.
https://octodon.social/media/IHNMRy33bPcasokKWdY

George is enjoying his dinner, featuring the fresh chop I just made for him.
https://octodon.social/media/Qqqlwrvo10jHyE_ZJkA
https://octodon.social/media/I-2F5O7bIZG2fR9lKow
https://octodon.social/media/KanXmna_5jwdyAs5qTg