Very good poem on poetry daily today:The Dream of the Rotten Daughter
Wicked stuff.

I have to go to work soon, but i can't tear my eyes away from the Oriole feeder. This year is the first time we've had a chance to use the feeder, which is four years old or so. We see the orioles come through in early spring, and by the time we have the feeder out, they go elsewhere. This year we got it out just in time, and they are staying, three or four of them, I can't tell. I have to put a new halved orange out every other day, and they feast until there's nothing but rind left.

The Masqueraders, by the way, is a very very good GH novel. I will have to fly out east so Sister Andrea and I can read it together.