Finite Contemplation

In the Hogfather, they discover that there is a finite amount of belief in the universe. I'm not so certain about that, but I've decided I possess personally a finite amount of contemplation and writing. I've been doing a lot of journaling this week, which I'm not quite prepared to post on here yet. However, that has totally drained me of any thoughts to post on here, and I don't want to do a boring "This is what I did" or "This is what I need to do" post. So, here is a poem I wrote for poetry class last semester. It has been well received by the very wide audience of the Teagues, my family, and my poetry class. I wrote it thinking about Dixie and Sirius.

Fetch

I shall mercilessly maul!

Why do people delay?

Look, there goes the ball!

Now you are in my thrall!

Sphere, there’s no use to pray.

I shall mercilessly maul!

Someone pulls. Oh, the gall!

No! You shall not esca—

Look, there goes the ball!

This time I crawl,

silently sneaking up on my prey.

I shall mercilessly maul!

I pounce and fall

as the target gives a slight sway.

Look, there goes the ball!

Across the yard and back against the wall—

I could play away the day!

Look, there goes the ball!

I shall mercilessly maul!