Nighttime
Nightfall robins sparkling in a glass jar of seeds. Gratifying senses lay by the lakes and the reeds. Climbing the tree to admire the vista. There is no varied crown upon this land. There are no fenced areas either. It is merely wild. And moving. Never still. Never dormant. Oh look a flying glowworm speedily moving and giggling to the plants at the human traffic. Harbour no elephant then in a miniature glass. It is not very nice or pleasant. And the north holds a torch up to show the way to the other directions who arrive to perform a ballet at midnight. Number nine hundred and fifteen. Does one plate glide under rock? Is there a cup if dawn in that mist over there? Are the cutlery drawers singing to the popular ice cream whisks? Yes. Good. It is to be said that a forks stick with a stripey tongue can atomize even the most frantic of twigs. And all flurries are in fact swarms not storms as is told. They are to be held,honoured,cherished and welcomed. For they alone will cut antennae in a global chaotic swoop swap. Oh pie the pizza sighed. I wish I had a case. I am so exposed and you have a lid. I will sit and watch my cheese splayed out over me. Whilst you are comfortable under your pastry pile. We must now move called the twenty foot peacock clambering onto the canoe. We have to get to the ocean. Come on. Hurry up. It will be far too late to surf if you don't come now. Splooshing sailing starting ships. And a giant eel smiling in a very decorated ball gown. Tantric trees tailoring topiary. And of course the magnificence of a large number of swans passing at high speed. Great. Fascinating isn't it? And dance of the dogs began. Xxxx polarisation pickling Pocklington. Xxxxx tyrannosaurus z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
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