Hillary the Hyena

The Ascension Circus bathes in moonlight.

Wind swirls magic into back shadows of the menagerie

where energy vampires hang.

Laughter arises. It is not gaiety

but the kind that makes hair rise on the back of one’s neck. 

Hysteria grows.

Hillary the hyena laughs at the most inappropriate times.

Whenever the other animals are upset or grieving,

Hillary giggles with an excited, manic whoop of ooooh-WHUP.

She just can’t stop laughing.

Life on the savanna was harsh, survival of the fittest.

As a pup, Hillary quickly learned healing does not always mean feeling calm.

Sometimes facing adversity and unresolved issues developed strength she needed.

Although now life is more expanded, Hillary is of a nervous nature. Fear rumbles in her belly.

Laughing releases her fears like an under-water cork

that pops to the surface.

Behind bars, Hillary wolfs down her dinner

 and smells that we are shocked at her antics.

She whoops, “I adore you but you circus performers are in

such vibrational poverty.  

Be aware. Create momentum.  Embrace both wanted and unwanted parts that you play and it will be a great day.”

As dinner drips from her jaws, Hillary burps with gusto.

She nervously giggles, “ Whoopsee! Oh my, what?

 Is it my manners?

 Oh I am sooooo sorry.  OOOOOO-WHUP. 

Let’s see you survive on the Serengeti.

And besides, I try to respect all your rules and judgments.

I really do.

It’s just that, OOOOOO-WHUP,

 I can’t stop laughing.”