Galumphing along as best I can
I hold the tail of Mama in front
who holds the tail in front of her
and so ad infinitum.
The earth shakes with each mighty step ─
in unison we march to the general’s call
My legs are short, I’m out of puff
I think I’ll fly away.
A music prompt at mindlove misery’s menagerie tempted me this morning.
Also linked at Octpowrimo where the prompt was to use a scene from a favourite film as a starting point. The Jungle Book is a film I put on when ill or depressed and wishing I could fly away.