a lithe, lanky legged lad of the equus ferus species practically floated across the ground, trespassing into transparently titled terra firma although the capacity to care was cauterized from this cad's cranium. a head held high cut through the the spring wind, feeling the warmer weather writhing its way in. a liquid laugh through loosed lips slipped & dipped & tripped ahead of him, making his presence known to any nearby. could a king with a crown come & drown the new kid with tricks or treats or threats or a seat next to the king where maybe he could sing a lullaby to royal ears. "ha!" said he rather loudly so the king could find him more easily. this rogue with his height & his might & his trite little quirks, what a paradox was he! what a package, what a deal, come & steal a mind gone mad for reasons unknown. was he born like his or was it just learned insanity?

& this is where his wandering brought him to find another feral friend, or foe? who knows. but he, he must speak, he must entice, he must stir the pot & see what stew he can manage to mix. "hi, oh hi, dear oh my, are you alive?" he sing-songs to a dozing dark dude. how rude! oh hirsch, don't you know to let sleeping bears lie. fie! don't cry when the claws come out & death holds itself near. no fear has he with a mind too far gone to understand that he's only a man & death can (& it will!) come whenever it wants. eyes wide with anticipation he awaits an awakening to bring whatever that entails. don't go cry to your mommy little boy when things don't work out for you, your instigating ways will have their consequences one of these days.