Oh thank goodness you caught yourself a blue moon. I was worried sick, thinking this was the last photo you ever took, the baleful eye of a mummy bearing down on you, the last image in your brain as the mummy's cocooned face and the warp of the linen engulfed your field of view, the spark of undead life in its eye the last thing illuminating your retina. Thank goodness Tanki aPoo was there to grab a bite of the mummy's wrappings and unravel the darn thing, grrrowling and grrrrappling the wraps until that cold lifeless spark fled its chilly crypt. Tanki now seems content to make a nest out of the wraappings, but I'd be creeped out by it and would give Tanki a bath afterwards... no need to track mummy dust into the house... ;). What a beautiful image and poem Kurt, thank you for sharing!! SD