Hanging with the hippies

It was cards and lunch (fish and chips) today followed by taking Maggy and my drum Moses to Dixon Park where there was a meeting of like souls with some meditation, singing and playing of drums.  I found the meditation hard with Maggy being restless beside me but did enjoy a bit of the drumming.  A mix of percussion, mainly djembes but some dun duns, ashikos and some didgeridoos.  Maggy's eyes were on stalks as the drum sticks for a bass drum near us had tennis balls on the end.  I gave up and took her back to the car and of course this is the sight I beheld.  The sea, the sea, the beautiful deep blue sea with the moon peeping out behind some clouds.   It made me think of Edward Lears poem:

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
   How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
   With a ring at the end of his nose,
             His nose,
             His nose,
   With a ring at the end of his nose.

Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
             The moon,
             The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.