Can you face the dust? Meow................

In the end
There was dust
Mud had siest to exist
All hope was lost
energy was low
and the battleships set sail
looking for a olive
green
sweet and bitter
the sands of time had caught up
stuck
they cried triump
from the catacombs
waves
gushed
forth
saving only the pussy
who boad her time well
purrrrrring
with cocked claw
and a taste for fools

I see you peeping from behind your covers

did you see a boogie man?

perhaps it was your shadow?

Sal wrote:"siest"??


Far out. 

gravy