Oh Zebra come to me
must I chase thee
up and down the trail
just alight for a spell
I will not tell
The others see
and follow your lead
with the Fritillary
much weight you carry
and of me
they become wary
Have pity on me
I have no wings
only dreams
and lately it seems
not even those
so please repose
and come to me.
Its a well known fact I spend an inordinate amount of time in daydream and places lonely and apart. Could it be from a broken heart that Job's friends cannot mend? We are going into the seventh month of our torment and if it seems behaviors are amiss, well it is because they are.
We do things we normally would not do, like chase Zebra's in lonely places and climb up slides just to see if by perchance the little ones remain atop and when they will come down.
Bear with us.
and Come to me
little Zebra.
This post received fourteen looks as an example. Most receive two to one. I think one from Melissa possibly and the other me.
ReplyDeleteThat leaves one looking. Pitiful. I sure am curious who these fourteen really were, or if Melissa returned to look fourteen times. Probably.