magnificent_six raze patches is always smiling, even when she sleeps. it's the way her face was made. q is asking silent questions about everything. you can see it in his eyes. curly is fearless. one day he's a speedboat. the next he's a grey statue standing in the hollow of a tall tree, waiting on a friend. auburn is ready for spring to come in and show her all the colours the cold has covered with a fragile kind of foliage that falls from the sky. scarface needs a new name. his wounds have healed, and his heart has mellowed into something warm and pure. he wends his way across branches that look too thin to support him, that sag and threaten to snap beneath his weight, and still he finds a way to get to me. and then there's red tail. sometimes he's the first one out of his tree. sometimes he's the last. but he's always there. watching. wishing. thinking. in another life, i was one of them. in this one, i'm lucky just to know them. 220301 what's it to you? who go blather from