I wish I could fly...

16 November 2017 12:00 AM
I've heard about astral flying astral projection, where you take off from the side of a cliff and fly glide over the valley, spiraling up the mountain peak, cruising so close to the streams in the valley that you can almost taste the water, well ruffle the leaves up stir up the feathers of those geese in the field, no harm meant, just wanting to join in the fun of the sheep marauding across the field, the goats perched on the cliff sides peering across the ravine, whose down there, do they ever yearn to jump nah, a goat's no fool, no lemming there, the vines cover the side of the castle, the wall is wet of course, age will do that to a stone fortress, the birds are hidden in the trees, singing, warbling about better times, or just plain wanting to communicate, and I roll the hoop along the path, the child in the pinafore and sailor's cap crouches down next to the pond to launch his ship, a small model ship just like the one his father commandeered in the last great war, the dogs are barking, perky little terriers trotting across the grass, corgis hiding behind the queen mum's skirt, sensible shoes did the poor woman ever get to frolic, probably not, but now the princes today, oh a right rum lot, oh not really I am joking, the monarchs of old were quite randy, but they were good at concealing, their wanton indiscretions, although a time or two they cut off a few heads when they didn't get their way, oh jump up and down and pout, not me, he said, the woman used a small stick to coax the ducks to come back in line, let's parade across the mire, oh no, not really, this ground is so flat, in the distance I see one tree, surrounded by a split rail fence, odd custom, that.