No Laughing Matter – original hyena painting

We gathered around the campfire. We told old stories of our ancestors. A communion of like-minded souls sharing what makes us whole.

As the night wore on, we told jokes to lighten the air. We laughed and howled as the fire crackled.

When the glow of the coals started to dissipate, we all got ready for bed. In our dens we dreamt of yesterday and imagined the future. The jokes told that evening charmed us periodically, but the uncertainty of the future kept us grounded. Others call us laughing hyenas, but this is no laughing matter.