Ostrich on the Moon

Oh to be an ostrich, head buried in the moon
Breathing no air and hearing no tune

A chorus of mourning stars
weep from afar

Griefs upon griefs
Grief for my father
Grief for my friend
Grief for my nation
Griefs without end

Yorick likes to collect objects and juggle them.

Hungry

"Methinks I was Enamored of an Ass"

"Rubber Duckies Quote Shakespeare Series" #5

Isabel Prepares for her Walk on the Sun