Just A Thought… of a Dream of a Future Past


Once the gift-giving by the Elderly Old-Man has ended – he sleeps the long slumber

Then comes the New Born and within a span of days, he takes much as he sets in motion

the actions of those with rattle in hand that results in screams that seem to echo forever

As Mother is left wondering, here in the subterranean, they all lie in piles hissing no more perplexing One to dispose of

And then it is realized that the nights of once peaceful dreams has ended

for now only the garish, disturbing mares of shade remain.

Calvin & Hobbes
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi

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