The Winds of Wonder

The nightmare

A terrible hefty buck was mauling me,

That male-goat, and I struggled and struggled;

Oh the assault, but there was the remembrance,

And a call went up from my little something;

I waited for the smile in my subconscient,

And blossomed white trust on the glad pergola;

The jasmine had spontaneity of sunshine

And was dispelled nightmare of the frightful while.

26 November 2024