Little Byakuya,
Always put to shame,
If only he drank milk,
He'd be ahead of my game.

Without milk,
where would we be,
brittle bones
and little speed~

Pipping hot
or refeshingly cold,
put in a cup,
or a circular bowl~

. . .

Well. I'm no Shunsui, nor do I think I should quit my day job... assuming I had one though I suppose all those wasteful days cooped inside learning proper prose haven't all poofed away. Then again, I'm sure my sensei would cringe...

And so another month comes and goes, heralding in the end of the summer season. Fall, so it goes in the human world, is just around the corner. Despite the pretty colours, can't say I'm too fond of it.