A Parliament of Owls Book 1 of the VeneriesChapter 7 Monday Return
Goin’ home. Goin’ home. I’m a-goin’ home. Quiet-like some still day, I’m just goin’ home. It’s not far, just close by, through an open door. Work all done, cares laid by, goin’ to roam no more; Mother’s there ‘xpecting me, father’s waiting, too, Lots of folks gathered there, all the friends I knew. Morning star lights the way, restless dream all done. Shadows gone, break of day, real life just begun. There’s no break, there’s no end, just a-living on; Wide awake, with a smile, going on and...