A book of surprising depths and strange twists it is more of a journal filled with lyrical poetry haiku free-verse animal stories and the tails of strange bugs that rose up to get a word in. Infused the essence of Hafiz Li-Po and Lao Tzu it has just a touch of the absurd and metaphysical to make it interesting. The spiritual fragrances that flow freely through this work are beholden to no religion or special way. It is about the rejuvenation of the spirit with a pinch (or two) of the bizarre just for seasoning. It is a shamanic romp and a poetic festival passing through Scarborough Fair with roaring pipes and echoing drums and many dancing mice to keep things honest.