Nemo pirouetted lightly on his tiptoes, gliding
Over the lush meadow grasses and vibrant wildflowers
To the melodious harmony of the breezes.
There he played hopscotch with rabbits,
Hide and seek with the raccoons, danced among the
Evergreens tall and the conifers wide.
This place, Nemo dreamed, would
Rescue him from everyone and everything
Under the sun. A tale he told his mother,
Told himself, every night to banish the things
HE had done, was doing, and would do.