“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees...

Now, cry! Oh, cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat...

I knew it
that mirror I found...

What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...

I,
I write of you, of me, but mainly you...

Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...

The witch in black has cast a spell
To bring to Earth the worst of Hell...

In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...

Sooth me lull me
in stillness...

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep...

as winds whisper secrets to thirsty pines
branches sway excitedly from side to side...

With tears I cry but mainly smile
to those around me for a while...