The jabberwocky knew

of a time

when the pitter patter of rain drops

on the roof

outside the window

wouldn’t stop her

from escaping

into the cold black night

far away from

should have

and know better

because those pricks

still loved to spoil her fun.


Often lurking in the shadows

long enough

for her conscience, a chronic foot-dragger

to catch up

to remind her     there would be hell to pay

for this, that and the other

tally the sweeping I told you-so’s

prompting her to

run even farther and

wonder if this was the time

she’d dream up            someplace better.



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