hope rising (Out of the Box!)

This is my entry for the challenge at altered pages. They said to think out of the box, and Pandora immediately came to mind. Then, since hope is what is left, that makes me think of Emily Dickinson:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

After our little photo session and returning Miss Hope to the art room, I found Chester the World's Greatest Dog (who is really a cat) reposing in the posing spot.



It was getting late, however, and all he had in mind was a good sleep.