I was working on my laptop and had reached a spot where I could take a break. Turned around and saw my bed, which clearly said “no room for me”. For some reason reminded me of a poem, but first the picture I took.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The very nice hostess lady looks on her tray and holds up a small dog biscuit. She asks if she may give one to Tasha who with the gentlest of lips takes the gift. When our turn for delivery is up, Tasha bounces with anticipation. Her first lick causes her to shiver from head to tail but does not deter her in the least bit. She licks and licks until the ice cream is level with the top of the cone and then she drills down into the cone until all ice cream is gone. Her last act is to take the whole empty cone into her mouth and lay down on the back seat while she chews the cone into tiny pieces. When she has completed her cone she sighs a big sign and closes her eyes once more. Off to sleep again to dream of more ice cream is my guess.
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