Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul for Sunday, February 27, 2011

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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Robin, Worm, Crow, Vole, and Raccoon Con’t. (Waiting for Francis)

“His name is Francis and he lives here in the wood with his brothers and sisters of 'The Faith'. He knows all the critters who live in this part of the woods. In fact, he gives us each names. Mine is Rocco”, Raccoon was edging into bragging which is why by now, no one was listening anymore. They were, in fact, sharing stories of their own. Vole was telling of the time she firt heard of the Francis Hu-man. “Rat told me about him. He said he watched him leave food scraps in alleys in order that... Sign in to see full entry.

Robin, Worm, Crow, Vole and Raccoon - Worm remembers the Hu-man

“Yes, he comes by my tree every day, usually around the time when the sun is the highest. He calls himself Francis.” “Fran – sis, ….Fran-sis, … Fran-sis …” Worm said the name over and over slowly as if trying to remember some long past association to the name. Ever vigilant, Crow noted that the ‘high sun’ was less than an hour away. But Worm was lost in the contemplation of that name, Francis. Where had he heard that name before? Suddenly, he shouted, “Francis! That’s it!” All heads turned... Sign in to see full entry.

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