This way, perchance? Perhaps you’ll see the imaginary grand mystery,
shadowed by curtain stood patient to devour:
behind of me.
Behind that shadow dwells, the curtain does clothe,
an illusion that swells; your attention! Behold!
Within the stage is set a drama a-foot,
The contents of which make me queasy of gut!
But don’t worry all this is but an illusion,
The chances of reality are flights of delusion.
One side does stand, fierce and tall,
the biggest, hungriest and tamest of all.
To the other does lie in root and poverty,
with nothing to hide: just strength and
fragility.
Words and pics: ©DJA 2016.
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 