A Fantasy on Lascaux
We found a cave
Well maybe some credit
to the dog
He was chasing a rabbit
Fell in
Barked and barked
We came to his rescue
Deep hole
Ran home to the tool shed
Came back with rope
Tied one end to a tree
Got the dog out
While in the pit
Noticed it ran off
Into pitch black
Sprinted home again
For a lantern
This time
Caves are like Halloween
Night minus
Moon and stars
We crawled then
Walked
Crawled on our knees
Do you know the smell
Of kerosene lit
Dank dirt?
Imagine trick or treat
After midnight
No one comes to the door
We pass through
What we later call
Galleries
Stone chambers
Convoluted
Contorted walls
Here and there
Marks that
Seem animal-like
Might be depictions
Of creatures
Yet lack frames
Silly scratches
And smears of pigment
Upon the rough surface
We go back to
The shed returning
With chisels and hammers
With great effort
We plumb the walls
Make a fine wine cellar
Painted the walls mint green
Maybe put up some
Framed print
(referencing the discovery of Lascaux)
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