(Rochon) Curious Pals... And strangers too...

House Spider (Google) 

I was well notified that my Dublin trip would involve me sharing an abode. I have a lovely roomate and a new found friend.  What I did not expect was another friend who's rather shy.  He or she can always be found in one of three places, but for us, never on the floor.  Though I speak to Henry sometimes, he never responds, but that is because human is not quite his tongue... Henry has many legs that have many strands of hair, which grant him (hopefully not a she) the capability to go anywhere.  He hangs about in three crevices on the walls; either above the cushioned chairs, above the cabinet over the sink, or now his new favorite place, the corner above the pantry.  The position he hangs in only changes slightly. Either it is the direction he is sprawled, or the centimeters off from his last exact spot.  He is too far up to properly view or take a picture of even with the extra height of a chair. From what I could see, he or she is brown with bent little needles to clutch the corners, maybe with a mix of black.  Henry is no bigger than the 2 euro coin.  As google leads me to believe he/she may be a house spider that can be poisonous. Or the Brown Recluse which would suck... Hopefully, either way I'm wrong.  For now that does not matter, for Henry seems content with staying away from us. Hopefully not dutifully guarding eggs or some sort.  As an arachnophobic I don't think I could handle thousands of mini-Henries.

Sleepy Trinny

My second curious friend, who disagrees that we are friends at all, likes to avoid me.  He, has two gleaming eyes, softly padded little feet, and and cute puffy cheeks. My new friend is Trinny, the college's pet. He was found neglected and taken in by John McLean, who regularly visited the school for cricket. Soon after, a few people helped build his little house hidden between the bushes on our way to class.  I tip-toed quieter than a mouse, avoiding all the leaves to capture the sleeping ball of fur.  I turned off my camera and bid my furry friend pleasant dreams and exited the space silently.

While typing blogs and a paper, I created a poem.  All I can say is that I was driven.  Driven to write about three men I did not know or even converse with.  Three stylish men in spiffy suits walking through Trinity with unplifting confidence. It reminded me of the "Masters of Style" commercial, because the three men I saw walked with swagger.  And the words "Three Businessmen" sounded Gold.  This poem helped me get in the mood to write.  I did not plan the ending, I just wanted it to rhyme.

The Three Businessmen

The Businessmen (Google)

Three Businessmen take a light stroll,
Three Businessmen encounter a troll,
Two Businessmen quite sadly tattered,
Two Businessmen quite greatly battered,
Two Businessmen stay a night,
In a village with only one light,
The sun showed its face to make it day,
And Eyed the town where Two Businessmen stay,
One Businessman was left alone,
One Businessman no longer had bone,
One Businessman travelled further still,
One Businessman desperate to pass the Hill,
The creatures chased him down the bend,
The creatures chased him without an end,
One Businessman used all his might,
One Businessman fought to flight,
Nothing was left within the wake,
Of hungry creatures with  bellies to slake,
Three Businessmen together again,
Three Businessmen punished for great sin,
Three Businessmen prepared their descent,
Three Businessmen who would never repent.