A Miktam

He composes a little ditty in his head, not so he’d remember the words, but more so he won’t forget them. It’s a song to keep him secure – not physically, as he can’t control every situation he’s in, but security in the sense that he would be at peace no matter what happened.

It’s something that doesn’t stop even during the longest hours of the night, so much so that he sees the borders of his fence as a pleasant presence, rather than a tool to keep ‘danger’ out.

The ditty he writes eventually becomes a lullaby, and gives eternal rest to many generations to come.

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