So you're running and running through a mythical forest in a white linen nightie with a matching stocking cap and the summer breeze is SO warm and you're without underthings!
Everything feels SO fertile and the moon is HUGE, and I am all the creatures in these post-Roman-Empire but kind of half-pagan / half-Greek dream-woods, and as you run, I'm the squirrels and the fawns and owls, and whenever you stop to drink or investigate some piece of nature or just giggle with pleasure, I'm a man-goat or an old wood-elf coming up and putting my wet nose on you in REALLY surprising places. You bend over to examine a huge pine-cone and WOW what is that wood sprite doing to me, you ask!
You think it's a great game and leap and laugh, and when you get a drink out of the shiny stream, you suddenly feel a school of wee wily fish rushing between your legs (THEY'RE ALL ME!) and WHOOPS aaaaaaaaaaah what's that feeling you just had! Oh YOU know what it was! Don't be coy, you plump glade-runner! You have them and have them and have them (those "feelings") all OVER our fun little glen, don't you!
But finally, oh my gosh, FINALLY a HUGE STAG comes out (ME ME ME) and MAN it's not kidding around this time! THIS TIME there's no playing, IS THERE? We find a tree with a veeeeery low crotch and this spongy bark and we ...
Well. We go to TOWN, don't we? A judging panel of a fox, a goose, and some weasel-looking thing give us THREE "10"s!
HA ha-ha! TRA la-la!
You take it all in and look up through your closing eyelids and see a thin smoke-wisp of cloud glide over the moon, which suddenly becomes a gigantic dinner plate with an eel slithering across its bottom inch!
You wake up and feel calm ALLLLLLLL day.
You're welcome! See you again at midnight!
xo :)
ROBERT!
