“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 about 1 year ago
Disgusting, that’s disorder!
danketaz Premium Member about 1 year ago
Let it out and let her know. THIS. IS. HAMSTER!
ladykat about 1 year ago
Be careful not to wake up the Jabberwock or the Snark.
rockyridge1977 about 1 year ago
Bad dream…I hope!!!!!
Judeeye Premium Member about 1 year 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 about 1 year 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 about 1 year ago
With abundant apologies to Yeats, naturally ;)
Tom Toro creator about 1 year ago
Keats on the streets, Yeats in the sheets! (as the kids say these days)
Tom Toro creator about 1 year ago
Thimble may have gone sliiiiiiiiiightly overboard, methinks.
Mike Baldwin creator about 1 year ago
Delightful art!
patricev70 about 1 year ago
Izzy was better off with a goldfish.
Aladar30 Premium Member about 1 year ago
Izzy looks at the verge of a nervous breakdown. But Thimble looks so happy! Go Thimble!!!