Four froggy companions
Through mountains and canyons
Had traveled on roads leading home
They had walked for a week…
The dockhand laughed in my face.
“You can’t be serious?” He laughed again. “You foreigners will believe anything, won’t ya? What’s next, you want to hunt the Midwinter Rabbit, too?
Peaks and valleys, rivers daunting
But the greatest I have seen
Leaves all other miracles wanting;
‘Tis the “gold among the green”
I recognize this corridor
That checkered pattern on the door
That rugged mat and slanting floor
I feel it in my feet
No time like the present
You have to eat it while it’s a lunar crescent
The taste is strange but pleasant
Tart, and almost effervescent
I haven’t learned just when to shut my trap
This one was earned and I made someone snap
I think I’m falling, I think it’s a wrap
They will be calling it a “cosmic slap”
The wind rose
The vines swayed,
grasped,
searched,
dragging me along.
– Did you just talk?
– Caw.
– I could’ve sworn I just heard you talk.
– Caw?
– Alright, guess not. Bye, bird.
– Bye.
Time and time again
Endlessly
A pendulum can swing back and forth
And still somehow move things in one direction
No such contradiction here
The giant turtle let out something between a groan and a hiss. She was none too pleased, and more than willing to show it. Millicent nearly fell off…