A Whim Away

Henri Rousseau the-sleeping-gypsy-1897The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau 



Hakuna matata, my ebony foot.
No lion sleeps here tonight, and I
think perhaps I have played my last
song to these whirling sands. Re
-member me in bright stripes, under
a full fat moon, bow still in hand.




Written for the Mag.


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4 Responses to A Whim Away

  1. Let’s think optimistically here: perhaps the lion has recently eaten…and the musician will survive another day.
    Love the “hakuna matata” to start it off. I’d advise him, though, if he does survive to seek shelter!

  2. Really enjoyed this. Sad. With a very clever title!

  3. Tess Kincaid says:

    Leaving with the song in my head…well done…

  4. Sara v says:

    Whim Away…that should have come to the surface a long time ago–lol! Love the title yanked my little clicker finger to open that email–wonderful

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