“Turning and turning in the widening gyre / The falcon cannot hear the falconer; / Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity. /
Surely some revelation is at hand; / Surely the Second Coming is at hand. / The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out / When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi / Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert / A shape with lion body and the head of a man, / A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, / Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it / Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. / The darkness drops again; but now I know / That twenty centuries of stony sleep / Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, / And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
Black76Manta 12 months ago
Disgusting, that’s disorder!
danketaz Premium Member 12 months ago
Let it out and let her know. THIS. IS. HAMSTER!
ladykat 12 months ago
Be careful not to wake up the Jabberwock or the Snark.
rockyridge1977 12 months ago
Bad dream…I hope!!!!!
Judeeye Premium Member 12 months ago
Awe, that poor kid. I would have gone for a compromise of letting her mess up her own cage. Love the expressions.
Jefano Premium Member 12 months ago
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre / The falcon cannot hear the falconer; / Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity. /
Surely some revelation is at hand; / Surely the Second Coming is at hand. / The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out / When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi / Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert / A shape with lion body and the head of a man, / A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, / Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it / Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. / The darkness drops again; but now I know / That twenty centuries of stony sleep / Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, / And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
William Butler Years, The Second Coming (1921)
Tom Toro creator 12 months ago
With abundant apologies to Yeats, naturally ;)
Tom Toro creator 12 months ago
Keats on the streets, Yeats in the sheets! (as the kids say these days)
Tom Toro creator 12 months ago
Thimble may have gone sliiiiiiiiiightly overboard, methinks.
Mike Baldwin creator 12 months ago
Delightful art!
patricev70 12 months ago
Izzy was better off with a goldfish.
Aladar30 Premium Member 12 months ago
Izzy looks at the verge of a nervous breakdown. But Thimble looks so happy! Go Thimble!!!