HARRY BISSOON

FIRERASS  Harry Bissoon 2/13/2026 Mabel, up before sunrise, long before the cock, Natty, crows.  In haste, amidst hazy and foggy mist, she pushes herself to limits anew, to meet deadline, daily vows,   The light shines through neighba Aunty Breto's windows, in an eerie brightness.  It flashes,dances,and speeds into the still darkness,  Look! Mabel laments! She gone again! To roam and suck blood, before light approaches! Firerass she is! Firerass, oh god, is Breto, a never-ending nighttime seeker of gourmet secrets.  Nay,she cannot be. She laughs and talks,day after day, with a face of neighborly goodness.  But yet,  flies and seeps through cracks, in hungry nighttime flurries of wanton, thirsty adventures of mysterious gourmet madness.  Let her go, Mabel sighs. Make your way, Breto! Make your way! You are the village night walker! @highlight

BEHOLD, AND BE COLD Harry Bissoon 2/02/2026 A cold spell, it snapped with sudden misfortune! It crept up on us in the dead of night.  And Florida, the Sunshine State, wrapped in the cold it was. Flowers wilted, herbaceous plants shivered and curled in unwanted brownness, Birds looked confused, thinking that they made a mistake flying south.  They tweeted uncertainly and looked! displaced glows in their eyes,at fallen iguanas!   Freezing temperatures stopped dripping waters, in midair.  Northerners, migrated from up north, stunned, as they bundled up, making haste to work.  Old men and women, long retired, in sweaters they adorned themselves, sipping hot chocolate! Florida,the refuge of seekers of warmth, emerges, in glory, again! As the cold interloper flees, in gleeful conquest!