"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." - Groucho Marx Unknown judge said no harvest but we had seeds in hand (in dream). Reality bites like a hurt dog afraid and hit as the real fades away in the noise of the cutting grass day shining on the wounds. As real as the movie is and has to be, be it, while sorry is being whispered (in dream). It was too fragile, like a bird on a branch resting and singing before leaving, to be believed in so the egg was ate in an omelette before taking the next plane. A vulture squeaks and flies around, waiting to clean bones (in dream?) while the land gets hungry.