World, meet Kara. As in Kara “Starbuck” Thrace of Battlestar Galactica. This baby arrived a few minutes before our cat Ungo returned home after escaping from the scary aircon repair guys.
<SPOILER>In BSG there have been several instances where Starbuck would be separated from the fleet (intentionally or not) but her badassery always brought her back. She was also prophesied to be the one to retrieve The Arrow of Apollo which will lead what remains of the human race back to their original home.</SPOILER>
Thus the name.
Kara is made of…
Solid Sitka Spruce top
Rosewood back, sides, and fingerboard
¾ the size of a standard guitar (a tiny guitar for a tiny human)
A Red Flower by Claude McKay
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown bee buries deep its head, When still the dawn’s a silver sea of light.
Your lips betray the secret of your soul, The dark delicious essence that is you, A mystery of life, the flaming goal I seek through mazy pathways strange and new.
Your lips are the red symbol of a dream, What visions of warm lilies they impart, That line the green bank of a fair blue stream, With butterflies and bees close to each heart!
Brown bees that murmur sounds of music rare, That softly fall upon the langourous breeze, Wafting them gently on the quiet air Among untended avenues of trees.
O were I hovering, a bee, to probe Deep down within your scented heart, fair flower, Enfolded by your soft vermilion robe, Amorous of sweets, for but one perfect hour!