Paonne

 

The little witch rabbit with silver tufts above her large pointy ears hopped and popped through the under brush and upon the mat of cold wet leaves from the past, plastered to the earth starting the cycle of life. The hollowed out stems of things that once were, now stand tall in death. Fallen trees from storms that blow scattered upon brush bending bows for magic braids.  

The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears strode through her mother's west garden of statues and Iris's soon to bloom. The head of a handsome man on a pedestal cocked to the side and a little girl, basket in hand with a proper kerchief head, mossed with time. The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears clothed in the uniform of the day, golden overalls, black long sleeve fitted round neck t-shirt, and black boots three inches to her knees, wondered 'what they had done wrong to have no say and still have to watch it all'. 

The rain dripped periodically from the mackerel sky as the woman with the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees moved her way through the wooden door way, she had work to do by command of her mother a curating of view was about to take place and dead wood was about to be removed from said places. 

"Crack, crack, crack" broke the dead sticks below under the woman in the black boots threes inches to her knees and golden overalls, as she thought, 'this year I'll spread the dead and mulch it to the ground smaller in bits and pieces to quicken ultimate death to begin. Next year though in to the fire it shall go, and ash will be used in smarter purpose and use'.

The little witch rabbit with silver tufts above her large pointy ears, looked up to see the large boot come down on the dead as the woman in the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees, dragged and broke the dead here and there, out of view but thought of how we treat waste too. 

The woman in the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees started from around back because that was sound, as the little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears watched with delight as a throne of the dead was calculated at the base of the oak tree, in the woods with fairy mounds. 

In reality it's 

The United States of the World 

are we in Order.

The Entity