I know that it would have died if we hadn't brought it inside. But I tried so hard to get it to eat. The white chick did. Why wouldn't it?

I wish that little grey one hadn't died.

A ballroom mosaic of shattered glass
with butterfly dancers fluttering past,
curls of smoke on the dusty air -
step onto the bus and pay your fare.
It will take you reeling and lurching along
to a rumbling tune and a cuckoo’s song,
through terror and sorrow
and a laughing tomorrow -

But hey now, that’s life!
Two and two makes three, don’t you know?
Sometimes it blows fast and sometimes it’s slow -
won’t you dance with me?

Dust in the wind, all the preachers do say -
that’s all this world is. But come on, let’s play!
Dance a jig to a moonlit wind:
there’s a pot of gold at the end.
Morning glories wave a hymn of praise
to the sun and the sky and the circling days,
drunk on the glory
of each new day’s story -

But hey now, that’s life!
Only chains are free, don’t you know?
The manacled spirits flit to and fro -
won’t you dance with me?

The top of the canyon is drifted in snow,
with sunlight above and white water below,
and the butterflies flutter by;
there’s a speck of dust in my eye.
If change is a pain, it’s a birthing cry too,
and who knows what everything is ere it’s through?
And we sing c’est la vie
and look out to the sea -

Cause hey now, that’s life!
That’s all we can see, don’t you know?
and we haven’t yet come to the end of this show -
won’t you dance with me?

So, right now it's looking like a double major in Cognitive Studies and the pre-med track of Biology, along with a minor in Physics. The jury's still out on the additional minors of Psychology and Philosophy. Either way, I'll be spending next year in England and graduating the year after.

And yes, I have already been told that I am insane.