Many a reader has felt a book’s nibble
And thought to themselves –

Is it really so simple?
Is this all there is? Have I solved the riddle?
All that I need is paper and ink
And then I’ll be a book, I think!
To make myself a booky kid
I’ll eat pages by the chapter,
Drinking inklings by the squid!
All gloried stories and happy ever afters!

However,
If we might be a bit more clever –

Remember that book’s little nibble?
Many books wish hard to be people!
Not set in ink! Not know their end!
So right now let’s be a book friend,
And not conclude this one and then

What would you do with my life?
What would I with yours?
Would you take mine to the knife
And feed it to the birds?

No, you’d lead it to a safe place,
Give it food, drink, book and blanket,
Say with solid, solemn face,
“What an honor,” and you’d thank it.

Does my life matter more or less
When in different hands?
Would yours be worse or better blessed
On other kingdom’s lands?

May I beg a favor from your wealth
Of thoughtful, caring fame?
Will you be kinder to yourself?
I’ll try to do the same.

How to begin?

Whether stone or story,
What’s our way in?

Olk Krombone saw the earth
Not as a floor
But as something well worth
Digging into much more.
She felt it to be full
And was rather enthralled
At the thought of what all
Could be waiting her call.
She went out and found and held a hole.
Made sure it had ahold of her.
She pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled.
It came very, very slow.

All living springs from giving things
Of ourselves, from the shelves
Of our holy Soul.

Olk came up without an arm
Completely unalarmed.
Also came an antlered elk
Of roots and earthy ilk.
It rose up underneath her,
An ancient newborn creature,
To carry wherever Soul would lead her.

Illustration by IS.

He thought and he thought
But nothing came in.
A full brain shutdown.
Had he emptied his bin?
Was it some sort of block?
A thinking famine?
Gray matter gone black?
Out of whimsy and whim
Had he finally gone dim?

A last gasping thought held him,
Looking hopeful but grim:

To jump-start something start jumping!
To get those thoughts up and thumping
He had to get himself bumping!
So he bobbled about and, bubbling something,

Hit the floor and broke through
Falling back on into
His brain where he knew
Some thoughts that were new.

The sheep wondered why
Wolves tried to get by
Wearing the clothes of a sheep.

Even a sheep eye
Sees the wolf in the lie
‘Cause some secrets are too dumb to keep.

In order to solve
This weirdness of wolves
Some sheep took a great howling leap.

They wore all wolf clothes
But as far as that goes
They soon threw them off in a heap.

The sheep quickly learned
Wolf clothes should be burned
For their itchiness burrows in deep.

The sheep happily chose
To share all their clothes
And befriended those wolves for quite cheap.

Drawn by HyruleanHyroe.

They say you’re what you are
Because of what you can’t.
Well, that won’t get you far –
May I invite you for a rant?

If all you see are cans and can’ts
Then you’re already in a trance
Of no sense – nuisance – no chance.

They’ll fill you up on don’ts and dos,
They’re all to full of lose-lose views,
Refuse their calls to be confused.

If only you see through their ruse,
There’s more of you that you may choose
To build – to learn – to use.

There’s Truth and then there’s right now true.
Pull all things into what you do.
What you are is not just you.

Make a mask
That you may ask
What you want to be.

A fearful face
May be replaced
By one of bearish glee.

I might hide
My prickly pride
Inside a trusty tree.

If you despise
Your old disguise
Then wear the starry sea.

In the end
What you pretend
Is likely what you’ll be.

Illustration by MM.

Silly, silly little Lily
Couldn’t help but dally-dilly,
If you tried to speed her any
You were sillier by twenty.

Really, really you were silly,
Rushing, rushing little Lily,
You with all your worry, worry,
Time’s not really worth the hurry.

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Drawings added to book by Nani.

The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
The Moon came home too soon.

The crickets cricked a gloomy tune
Of starling stars long since marooned
And asked what she could do.

She knew the stars had left to try
A different life than the night sky
And liked it out of view.

She raised her anchor and set sail
As all the heavens cracked and wailed,
“Tum gid fuh crum pahoo!”

The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
The Moon came home too soon.

The ghostful forests missed the stars
(As they helped calm them in the dark)
And wept the whole night through.

She caught a storm and came in fast,
She snapped her lines, she broke her mast,
And even lost her crew.

The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
The Moon came home too soon.

She lit the night with all her might
And still she goes on giving light
For stars, the woods, to you.

The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
Moon finally came home.

Illustration by MM.