Vale jauzi, vale.

(goodbye jauzi, goodbye).

found him barely cling to life, last night, the females live longer, once I had one until Christmas. Two remain

I scored a goal, and I can't wait until the next one, I have a total of 34 baby gups

28 from sunset, 6 from silvette.

Jauzi seems to be the best flyer of the three mantises. Fall is approaching, as the temperature can tell, as well as some trees are starting to change colors.

oh my

I was actually surprised how this turned out, I only worked on it this week, two days less then the rest of our art class, though some got done early. This is probably my best drawing yet. geez!, I didn't know I could draw like that. This was the first project for art, I' pleasantly surprised at the results. I might put some more into it, but not much more.

one that doesn't involve me for once.

but before that I remembered a shirt dad has worn. "live so the pastor doesn't have to lie at your funeral"

I came up with this (from that): "Live so that your body is the only thing that will need make-up"

It dart forward
never bored
glowing bright
with reflected light

it wears them proud
without a shroud
it moves around
without a sound

it moves with pace
flowing with grace
always aware
with it's stare

suddenly it bolts away
like a ray
colors flash by
then they subside

and I'm shown
that I'm alone

another one

The fly and the web
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There was a web up in the sky
and in it was a fly
it was wound up tight
about to recieve a spider's bite

all he had to do was wait
for death had him on it's slate

Then out of the blue!
it come not too soon!
From up in the sky!
Freedom came to the fly!

up up up! went the fly
up it went into the sky
it still soars in the sky
Since it did not die

Soon time went by
then came along another fly
but the fly didn't stay away!

for he went in the web's path
and the spider showed his wrath
nothing came to save him
and his life went dim
Never again to take flight
Eyes never to shine bright

and this fly passed away
Never again to see the day
leaving one fly to ponder why
he was the one not to die.

The meal
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I've been told what I'll eat
but am I to take the seat?
I'm still quite unsure
when this is supposed to occur

I know I'd eat it whole
down into my soul
If I do take a place
I won't be ready for it's taste

But I think I know what it might be
if it's as big as I foresee
and the taste of that I may foresee
which will very like the sea

at first it'll be hard to chew
then it'll be nice and true
then sourness will then come without ease
burning without cease

Then I quickly move it down inside
so that taste will subside
and a new taste soon comes to be
one with sweetness you cannot see

far greater then any dream
unreal as it may seem
this may come to be
but that I cannot foresee

what is it?

Some are given many
rarely you don't get any
some get only a few
what you do with them is up to you

There are too many to see
they stretch farther then the sea
and though they may sought
they cannot be bought

some are bland
while others are quite grand
some last way too long
but other's so short it's wrong

no two are the same
otherwise it'd be a shame

What is it?
What could it be?
though hidden in a tree.
The answer you may see.
that lies within me.

have fun searching the sea

(which is your mind of course :) )