And they hopped in circles, heads bowed - by Sarah Hunter
And they hopped in circles,
with their arms folded back.
Like professors of grief,
garb white and black.
As Alice looked on,
She recalled his tale.
With his cloak wrapped tight,
and his croak so frail.
He was irked by the fleeting mention in text
When his cousin the crow,
had stolen the scene, Indeed,
he was vexed.
“I could never describe you as monstrous,…