RabbitMilk

What kind of world is it, when the radio is viewed as THEM?"Shun!" they say. "Radio is bad! We must keep the kith at work, we say! No radio! Wrong! We must keep the kith at work!"They stand over radio in disillusionment laying their serpent-glazed eyes upon it they grit their teeth and snort like their early ancestors for it is they who view radio as THEMBut, what is this? the Kith do not oppose! they do not say, "Hey, we do not want this!" "We want radio! Radio is US, not THEM! We need to fight for our right!" No! They do not. They scurry off to their well trodden corners, and snivel about and glaze their eyes over white That is what they...

Alone, the mighty lion longs to go back in the night, he cries out inaudiable voices he waits for a response, but the peace is keptThe lion's eyes droop and grow pink, his furred lips fall back over his fangs he stares off at the wild sky, and asks it to please bring him back because he knows that is where he belongs but he is denied the sky says to the lion that he cannot be brought back, because he was never thereThe lion drags it's heavy slumped self into a ditch and figures he must except his fate and there he lies for eternity still silently hoping to go backhe still waits