The Steel Phoenix meeting went well; it’s a great group of folks. As usual, we wandered from Borders over to TGIFridays for dinner afterwards. However, I kept trying to fall asleep in my pasta. When we all parted ways at the end of the evening, I was left with strict orders: “DO NOT turn on the computer when you get home. GO TO BED. You can post tomorrow.” For once I listened, as when I turn on the computer, hours abruptly vanish. All that for what I think would count as a senryu, and I have four hours still to scramble tonight’s poem.

wild creature stalking
through a new urban jungle
but still the same hunt