The Woods are Alive....

With the scent of Openings

 There are portals. This was noted as we crossed the field before entering the wood that is Oakworth Park. The herd often goes a little crazy in woods, the excitement mingled with ancestral tiger fears is heady. But we'd already tramped seven country miles on a hot spring day, and so domino and play each rolled three times in the dead leaf carpet, sweaty hides on the crinkly loam. I checked domino before he invaded the grassy portion of park, but I did wrong, for who's to say he was not headed for the hexe stone, and thence to the 'altar of hell' (removed, but maybe to be re-opened by an impetuous hoof?) rather than just grass?.... next time I will listen, give him his head, follow.

Abdicate!

 the King is fallen, We have lost another flower to the snow. Albin was a King, SALVE!

and a joker.... a cosmic joker, right now the meaningless and profound profusion of spring blossoms are blowing around like snow. to fall like cherry blossoms..

He was a Lion, a Leopard, those that follow will be jackals and hyenas, after that it really won't matter.