Yesterday, instead of posting my poem of the day, I got distracted and talked into doing an impromptu photo shoot of tiny kitties before the two oldest kittens went to their new home. But I think you will forgive me for neglecting my blogging duties when I show you this:
(Why, yes I do watch the Big Bang Theory. Why do you ask?)
Anyway, here is yesterday’s poem of the day. I will be posting today’s later on in the day.
The Land of Nod
By Robert Louis Stevenson
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do —
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.