These Were the Questions

“Are they ‘woke’ or are they sleeping?”

“Are they dancing down below or observing some kind of final show?”

“Are they coming back, or, forever, have they just hit the sack?”

“What’s the purpose for the towers of flowers all around?”

“Why do they need so many stone thrones with no one to sit on them?”

These were all questions asked by unusually intelligent and inquisitive field mice on the edge of a graveyard, who were staring at the tombstones in the moonlight. 🪦 🪦