Thoughts, random and ephemeral,
stomp through my head.
Some are taken note of,
some allowed to float off.

Ideas happen daily,
some acted upon,
most tossed aside.

Kitten saunters through,
always a pleasant thought.
Kitty loves her.
Is in love.

Projects planned,
seeds planted.
A bass guitar body, you say?
How much? Fifty quid? Mine!

I'll take those pups, too.
Now I just need a neck,
perhaps I'll make one.
Thus, a new project begins.

Thoughts stomp through my head.
Random, acted upon,
embraced.