on their way from the children's war
Of course I know it's really ward.
and rest at the railing by my door
But mostly it's a quieter sort of war - that children's war in my mind - where unicorns carry lances with pillows tied over the sharp parts and My Little Ponies lob raspberry bubbles at one another from sparkly canons. And the skinny ghosts smile hopefully.
Labels: with apologies to JKS