The era of the Hippopotamus.
It’s been awhile.
It’s been months.
A new year has arrived
and in a sense a new era has begun:
The era of the Hippopotamus.
It will be good tidings.
The age of the queen is long gone.
The ice has melted,
the shadows scattered.
Left is happiness, pink fluffy clouds
and the jumpiness of Tiger.
One might think the age of writing is over.
It is not.
It lies dormant.
Exhausted from years of pen wrestling.
But fear not!
Within each hippopotamus lies a purple dragon
always ready with a fiery pen.
But for now…
So much to do!
Busy busy busy.
There are feelings to feel.
Jumps to jump.
Laughters to laugh.
Cuddles to cuddle.
Paintings to paint.
Hugs to hug.
Kisses to kiss.
Cookies to eat.
The Hippopotamus has dried up from
years of being locked up in ice
or burnt by dragonfire not yet controlled.
It is time for it to soak for awhile.
- And you know,
all the ice and fire has formed a rather well tempered pool
complete with pink cocktails and umbrellas. –
The age of the Hippopotami is bright and playful.
You are all welcome to join in!
Happy diving!
