Broken Glass and Poetry

Can't say much, seeing as it's fairly late.

Yesterday, a rock or something hit my backdoor (how lucky; it's made of glass) Like a 'screen door' only glass. Either way, it started breaking, veins of cracks running through the entire sheet. It looked amazing. Unfortuantly i only had enough time to take a few pictures of it on my cell phone before the glass fell onto the kitchen floor, creating thousands of small, reflecting crystals.
Really wished I'd had some high def. camera to take a picture of it; it really did look amazing.

Back in March, I submitted a poem for the libraries' poetry contest for my age group. April 5th they called my home and told us I'd won. First time I'd really won something. Earlier, like March 27th, two or three pieces of my artwork were displayed in a local musuem. That was fun.

But I have to read the poem at the library April 23rd. In front of an audiance. And it'll be broadcast. Damn...

Well... I'll post it sometime, when I've got more time. I'm figuring What the hell? So yup.

Hasta Luego, mes amis.

~DarkWingedWolf13