Beware the Jubjub Bird REBECCA ALLISON
Off to kill the Jabberwock. Only colourful words to drive you. You grab your vorpal blade and charge. Your mind weaves images and scenes. The gnashing teeth. The catching claws. Yet the creature walked. Beyond the images it stood. Mimsy were the borogroves. The writer wrote your script. Derived your quest. Out of nonsense came clarity. Determination. The joy of the slain followed. The truth forgotten. The dream remains. The quilt begins anew. A ballad to sing. A battle to adorn. A weapon to brandish.