It's in the middle of Spring. The month is unknown, some time between the Milkyway and the Moon of a Nother World. In my private zoo, I sit beside white bunnies on a lawn of limegreen grass. They nibble away as I feel a cool breeze blow soft and steady against my face. The sun is so bright, but nearing its setting into dusk, it looks like some foreign moon floating in the sky. There are clouds that hang like smooth draped lace in colours of fruit sherbets. The animals in my private zoo are quietly resting in their wide spaceland. Stars in the sky are like little white powder spots, they just are, there. I sing a little tune to myself.