The past is shimmering

it lies

Its dark meniscus hovers

on the horizon

tentacles reach out to clutch a cup of coffee

now lucid

we drag a cowl around

draped in  sumptuous splendour

 the life left to live

"don't give up the ghost" it says

you have young ones to feed

they take like robbers on the nest

endless forays into the world

bringing back morsel after morsel