a morning muse for the newly friended ah, how fare the morning song is after yonder’s window breaks and how sweet is the dew as it clings to the uncut grass… but my heart is, alas, not lightened by these wondrous delights instead it caries a burdened cross from slumber in to morns wake and on through days break… why would the newly friended feel such woe as this why not be filled with glee and honey dipped lilacs and run with the rest of the free beings across the meadows… I am afraid that the newly friended feels a deep loss as the child feels, when it’s best imaginary friend decides to move or become some other child’s best imaginary friend… now that day is under way and caffeine is taking hold the loss will have to take a ride on the work day train because no child’s imaginary friend likes to go to work at least they don’t like to be shared at work… fare thee well the newly friended is off to slay dragons and rescue maidens from their peril.